put the changes on me
I feel bored
Just like my friend
We talked about the wasted years
And how we'd pretend
Just like my friend
We talked about the wasted years
And how we'd pretend
That the changes would come
What if I die here? What if i remain?
Its not tasting like it used to do
its not feeling the same
I saw a crack in the concrete
I saw a new rose
I look fine with the wind in my hair
Its not tasting like it used to do
its not feeling the same
I saw a crack in the concrete
I saw a new rose
I look fine with the wind in my hair
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