Woodcrest Manor

It's like

See I've been living in this house forever

I was born and raised and birthed and grown

Woodcrest manor eastern of atlanta

Well at least I had a sense of home

Like mama when we move in

Always tell me some' with some doubt

Watch every stranger move in

Helped all my homies move out

Watched every house get sold

Watched every neighbor get old

I saw that sunset back when I was six

Well I guess them trees growed

Now my vivid perception is blocked

Then my life for a second was stopped

Saw an angel from heaven she talked

In the clearest description she taught

If this view becomes nothing new to you

Just remember once it was beautiful

See I've been with this girl for years

Through every single smile and tear

The time has passed and now I fear

I don't feel the same no more

But who's to blame not me or her

It could just be this universe

That caused this love to bloom at first

Then wilt and wither through its thirst

So blame it on that lack of water

I know I'm gaining badder karma

Through all those hearts I've broken

I'm hoping that down the road that when

I have a child that it's not a daughter

But when I'm having childish thoughts

And when I feel completely lost

And when my heart begins to frost

I just think of what them angels taught

Ever come across something for the first time

Be it a person place or thing

They gave you an instant feeling of happiness

Made you glad to be alive

And eventually as time goes on the feeling gets weaker

And weaker, and weaker

And you don't know why

It's slowly becoming less exciting

And the whole time you're in denial about this decreasing value

And you know it in the back of your mind

That the feeling's fading away

And it's almost over

But ignore reality and continue to keep trying

Eventually the feeling becomes harder to reach

Or just disappears completely

And it leaves us pondering a crucial question:

Does everything eventually lose it's meaning?

Will the things that make us happy today

Make us happy tomorrow?

Will this joke always make me laugh?

Will the bright lights in times square always astound me?

Or will I just get so used to them that I forget they're even there?

Will I love this person forever?

Will this person love me forever?

Does anything last forever?