In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, November 5, 2019
running out of time
I am running out of time here
the days are moving faster
and every damn one
feels exactly the same
it's been so longsince I've heard
the sound of my own laughter
life has convinced me
that nothing will ever change
every dream I've ever dreamed
has fallen by the wayside
laughing at my innocence
and my hard-believing ways
I've made every mistake
in everything that I've tried
mostly in not recognizing
my home through the haze
give me hopes of silver
in my sleep at night
give me some belonging
to other people, I beg of you
I cannot take this darkness
you need to give me sight
I don't know what else is left
for a fool like me to do
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