Saintseneca
Last
If I was only a little younger,
slightly softer with vastly wider eyes
Then I could tell you what I’ve been meaning to,
that our redemption is also our demise.
Don’t you remember no bridge was tall enough?
And stairs that beckon that we go rolling down?
We’d poke our toes out, we’d let our heads drop.
Let’s fall forever, let’s never hit the ground.
So what if I moved to some other city?
to some place that’s far, far away and strange?
I’d never know you, I never knew you.
That’s what I’m doing.
Grow up and em(and)brace the change.
But you know, you’re just not 17 And you cry yourself to sleep
in your attempt to conjure up old dreams and repeat.
You could never be strong, you could only be free.
From Letras Mania