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back into time
Its crazy this life of mine, in my mind, as i rewind back to a better time, when i used to wonder when my someday will come
I feel like ive lived two lives and still havent seen the sun
Though ive been blesssed with many occasions and relations i cant help but miss the days of
hugging and kissing, back when i never knew what i was missing
Back when i didnt have to differentiate between love and fear, when there was no deeper meaning to a tear
I've had experiences that enriched life, tasted the strife, seperated from oneness too many times
but I survived-and my soul still isnt satisfied.
The pen in my ink correlates with my brain when it thinks about all that could have been and whats' going on at hand, learning to trust myself with out trying to understand.
So tired of expecting the unexpected, time is slapping me in the face telling me to find my place
but every time I try I always learn, all that is beautiful is never long term.
Ive proggressiveley become prepared because I know if you interest me im scared but if you bore me im comfortable.
Consumed by the fact that i see what others can not see, stop asking questions and let life be,
So simple to write my contemplations ,Im a pro at smiling throuh frustrations
that weigh on my back but I make up for all that I lack.
Its crazy this life of mine, in my mind, as i rewind back to a better time, when i used to wonder when my someday will come
I feel like ive lived two lives and still havent seen the sun
Though ive been blesssed with many occasions and relations i cant help but miss the days of
hugging and kissing, back when i never knew what i was missing
Back when i didnt have to differentiate between love and fear, when there was no deeper meaning to a tear
I've had experiences that enriched life, tasted the strife, seperated from oneness too many times
but I survived-and my soul still isnt satisfied.
The pen in my ink correlates with my brain when it thinks about all that could have been and whats' going on at hand, learning to trust myself with out trying to understand.
So tired of expecting the unexpected, time is slapping me in the face telling me to find my place
but every time I try I always learn, all that is beautiful is never long term.
Ive proggressiveley become prepared because I know if you interest me im scared but if you bore me im comfortable.
Consumed by the fact that i see what others can not see, stop asking questions and let life be,
So simple to write my contemplations ,Im a pro at smiling throuh frustrations
that weigh on my back but I make up for all that I lack.