Treasure Island

Jared Bradford

(5/4/92 / Michigan)


I've been through the circles
Most of you can relate to me on that
And if you could you know you would
Try to make the time go back
But it won't, I hope you at least know that..
Though I can remember those times
Times when the clock seemed endless
And we lived the days and nights relentless
Now time is like money
Has me and you asking 'how should I spend this? '
And the wounds from growing up
Leave us baffled at how to mend this
Cause it's a mess
Feels like we go and go, but never rest
Our minds to tired, but bodies say no, keep going
Time just slipping, not making it the best
A civil war, like the Yankees at the Mets
Life's a gamble, we're all just placing bets
And if you want to live town to town, then let's
Cause stuff here is now so old
We need something fresh
We've become zombies, dull as a gray rock
Let's remake the time
Start a new clock

Submitted: Sunday, June 06, 2010

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