So tired of these games of yours
Finished with this grown up buisness
No more feelings
No more worries
I dont know where my youth has gone
But ive been living in this gray area for far to long
I want the sunshine to rain on me
And when i grow up and see my life has passed me by
I can say atleast i had this moment of clarity.
when I write I hear beats in my head, I write to the rhythm of my internal drum. sweet like sugar, and raw to the bone. ;RAWSUGAR;
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