Get used to the declension because it’s all downhill from here. Youth wasted on the youthful. We weather out our autumn years. “When I was younger I made so many plans” but they all were made in vain. Life got the best of me. I never stood a chance, only stood in my own way. I’ll live out my days with the same bitter countenance that I’ve worn since I found out that the hourglass ran out and the window of opportunity closed years ago. No one told me to get busy then, back when I was not held down by the weight of my lost ground, yet another victim of gravity. Now I’m hanging by a thread. Days pass me by ever faster, on a crash course for a future of uncertainty. Next to nothing left for me, just whatever life I can salvage for myself. Caught between a dying dream and this newfound maturity, balancing reality with what my instincts are telling me. Wasted days and dreamless nights, drifting aimlessly through endless life, waiting for reprieve that never comes. While we waited, our lives were taking place and we sat idly by. Each day passing is a day that’s gone to waste. It gets harder to keep my head held high.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
