by baz
Seems like the sunlight is starting to dim
And all I believe in is labeled as sin
For when the clouds watch me they play with my eyes
As they shape the wishes I form in my mind
Can you make me better
Is a question I'll ask
A wiser but bitter...
Happy, irresponsible, free as a child can be
Holding on to nothing but all of the time we have
It's all that I long for today
Cause time won't wait for our "someday"
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