Memories do pass and fade like lazy Sundays
There's a strange wind blowing through the trees that sickens my knees

I could spend my days breaking out of a jail I built
Sitting behind glass I installed in the past to escape

It's absurd to know why I didn't grow
Lucky for the ones who take and grab what they see
So different from me
The whole world is jealous of itself


Lyrics submitted by Joshjoss

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