Tony Stadick

Rookie (4/26/87 / Indianapolis)

Name Of The Game

Somehow I pictured us growing old together,
Hand in Hand we'd float down feeling light as a feather,
All the while are grasp getting tighter, little more constricting,

Meanwhile the words you use, so contradicting,
Inflicting my decision on what I thought I heard you say,
Asked to speak again, although you speak a different way,

Never the same twice seems to be the story of my life,

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