The irony and my story
the 19 year old mind
thinking it has such developed
notions of what kind
It's not regret, second guessing
still self awareness is a mixed blessing
double it, it feels like
It could be critical hit
losing steps right and left
chancing the pendulum pit
these days doom feels imminent
feel dead old; need black tea and liniment
What kind will they say
When I'm the daisy pushing type
Will anyone even remember the hype?
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