31 iulie 2012

Turpentine



I heard you found some pretty words to say
You found your little game to play
And there's no one allowed in it
And just when we believed we could be great
Reality it permeates
And conquers from within again.

3 comentarii:

  1. Are we? Are we really growing up? Will we? Will we ever grow up?
    I started doubting it a long while ago...

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  2. I don't know :). Should we? Do we want to?

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  3. No. We don't. This is as much as I know. Speaking about myself, obviously. If you'd ask me "how 'bout myself?", I'd definitely say that once you really wanted to grow up, whilst these days you're (sometimes, desperately) searching for a way back. If not entirely, at least with bits and pieces... but still the search is there...

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