Κυριακή, 21 Οκτωβρίου 2012

There isn't even ten, you're already feeling old

It doesn't make sense. You think you've been there before. It was summer and the crowds were gone. And you sit all alone with. With your thoughts, getting stoned. Just waitin for some peace to come. Tried that you thought you liked. For a minute then it all felt wrong. So your changing again. All your clothes, all your friends. Just the same as it ever was.

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