Half the time, I'm a world away
The shadow of our souls casting silhouettes
On the face of a town that could not get me to stay
When being young starts getting old
An old place saves your face
Or so I'm told
I'll be the new kid on an old block
A chalk outline on a playground blacktop
- DołączyłDecember 9, 2015
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