pretty sure i'm nothing
here to be walked on, here to be kicked
and take it
and that's it
i'm too old now to laugh when someone else gets hurt,
too old to call it funny
but too young to feel sorry for myself
and especially too young to admit it
sometimes i look back, and realize there's nothing to see
so all i can do is look forward
leave hints of where i've been before
and signs on the roads i don't want to go down again
i guess i'll just wander
until i'm old enough to stop and rest
and old enough
to pretend to forget
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