I was promised
of the land of understanding.
That I'd know
when I was older
but I grew up feeling old
and my skin
is now thinner than the paper
on which I used to dream
and rust has grown and spread
over my soul
and I
can't claim
I know any better.
of the land of understanding.
That I'd know
when I was older
but I grew up feeling old
and my skin
is now thinner than the paper
on which I used to dream
and rust has grown and spread
over my soul
and I
can't claim
I know any better.
Breathaking. I vowed to never grow up.
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήMe too but I failed somewhere along the way.
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