Nostalgia
• Written by ribs
When Nostalgia calls ya it leaves ya awestruck
At the thought of the life you used to be a part of
Now you're old and dying, even though you're trying
There's no denying, you're either sad or you're lying
Sorrow for tomorrow, tears for the past years
My future is as clear as hearing through a bad ear
Remember being young, the summer days of fun
Fear was a taste that was odd on my tongue
Now I've got schedules, jobs, and failures
Scraping to get by, now my finger nails hurt
Boy what a joy it is, searching for employment
I'm starting to enjoy being so disappointed.
No, I'm not writing this for rubbish affection
Or the public attention, you can hush with the guessin'
Some days these thoughts, are only just that
When life starts to shove me, I have to shove back
But most days I'm weak, all I wanna do is sleep
I turn the other cheek until I bleed from my teeth
Hope isn't near me, now it's just a theory
My heart has a hole about the size of a piercing.
Back in the day, I was completely clueless
I had no idea that life was this ruthless
I'm scared as fuck, waking up sucks
I wish that emotions had a makeup brush
My life is a problem, I wish that I could solve it
So much pain, this is why I'm nostalgic
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ribs
Member since February 26 2015