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I had thoughts today

That made me feel as if i may be growing

I have this urge to read and learn

Something new

But I hate books

And I hate reading

So what am I thinking

Often the story has just gotten old

And i can't grow with it

Anymore

I can't grow

Waiting for your arrivals

Hiding my life among

While I over hear his twisted intellect

Like vocal on his deathbed

She said

'you're 22 and life is the same for you

as when you left here'

I thought of the one

Who dyed his pride four years further than me

I'm going over the water now

And when I get across

I'm going to look back and think

Not tomorrow, not ever.

Head Sore

of course

Head Sore

of course

I had thoughts today

They made me feel as if i may be growing

I had this urge to go and love someone new

But I like her and I hate playing

So what am I saying?

I think our time has just got old

And I can't grow with her anymore

I can't grow waiting for you eyelids

Hiding from the light of morning

While I overhear his twisted intelect

Like vocal on his deathbed

She said

'youre 22, life isn't the same for you, as it is for me'

I thought of the one

who died his pride four years further than me

I'm going over the water now

And when I get across

I'm going to look back and think

Not tomorrow, not ever.

Head Sore

of course

Head Sore

of course