I have been told,
that I've have grown old,
before my time,
am next in line,
tried to be bold.
Missed out on younger years,
unaccountable fears,
held me back,
knocked of track,
I shed one tear.
Your still by my side,
taking my emotions for a ride,
up and down behind lies,
behind these paranoid eyes.
But, I'll find out if you love me,
I'll find out if you really want me,
I'll find out if you fell from heaven,
and I'll find out any day given.
It shouldn't take too long,
as everything is wrong,
am trying to paint you, the muse of my song,
as everything is wrong.
And everything is wrong.
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