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Thursday, April 4, 2013

Untitled Part of a Song

So you say we're the same as many years ago
What happened to that care free boy
Who walked me down the street
Holding my hand tight
As you talked about the future

What happened to that young man filled with brave ideas
I haven't seen him in a couple of years

Right now, there's writing on the wall
That says this all went spiraling out of control
Pictures in my head just fade away
As the past slips through my fingertips