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ive been harping on this life and love and rock and roll, on choices chances circumstance and consequence, on redemption and salvation, on what this stuff is supposed to be about, but ive still got no damn idea at all. but thats ok, i suppose. it always is.
isnt it?
the wind was passing through the trees again. it always does.
its getting cold again. it always does.
who am i supposed to be?
who am i right now?
should i wonder?
should i worry?
should i be happy?
what am i supposed to do?
this life is flowing through me, whether i want it to or not.
isnt it?
the wind was passing through the trees again. it always does.
its getting cold again. it always does.
who am i supposed to be?
who am i right now?
should i wonder?
should i worry?
should i be happy?
what am i supposed to do?
this life is flowing through me, whether i want it to or not.