In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, August 22, 2017
no trespassing sign
burn all these memories
every one is wasted time
there is no answer to be found
just a no trespassing sign
I put it up to keep out
the people I need most
I ain't saying I'm keeping count
but everyone has become a ghost
take away these stupid dreams
grow up and leave them behind
their reality won't let me in
all I see is a no trespassing sign
I search for peace in my own way
pull out my mental microscope
but my strength has chosen not to stay
and took with it my sense of hope
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