Are They Right?
their voices tell me
so old in my youth
a single furtive idea
an artificial truth
constantly in motion
this train I cannot board
the pain is condescending
a never ending push forward
that words can save
is amazing to...
so old in my youth
a single furtive idea
an artificial truth
constantly in motion
this train I cannot board
the pain is condescending
a never ending push forward
that words can save
is amazing to...