I've found years on my back pocket
Sitting and waiting to be touched
Begging to be used and appreciated
And still they stay so silent
I found them today
Crying in their lost fabric
I didn't know I had them
If I had known before I would've burned them
This must be a message
The universe is trusting me again
I can have all my years back
They aren't afraid of me throwing them away
Im proud to say I found years in my pocket
Pleading to be acknowledged
Now I have so much more time
I have nothing to do but spend
