Beware awareness
Be warned
Proceed with caution
Not careless
Time and time again
Different day same shit
Time to pretend is not a means to an end
Always youthful in heart until the day it doesn’t start
Then youthful in spirit and life begins again
Tragic youth, oh tragic youth
Life in review if you only had knew
Tik Tok hour hands pass;
Hands pass become cracked.
Time memories’ve made,
begin to fade.
Rings on the finger,
last longer than either.
New nervous ticks and unbothered thoughts,
this pre-printed act just to get you along,
pretend you belong.
A script you wrote but, believe
rules don’t apply to you;
Beware awareness
Be warned
Proceed with caution
Not careless
Somewhere between the stomach knots and schedule locks for sticks and stones, gems or rocks, continuous knicks and kicks,
You reel and reel
Tiking away,
until it’s realer than real.
If you’re lucky enough that a youthful heart remains still, never over the hill or below the surface,
Times wounds will begin to heal, and one day you will find your purpose.
But, instead, every thing you could have been, has been replaced with gause and tin.
And what you’ll want is just to move on, all to move on and accept what is gone.
Time to pretend is not a means to an end
Always youthful in heart until the day it doesn’t start
Then youthful in spirit and life begins again
Tragic youth, oh tragic youth
Life in review if you only had knew
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