sometimes I sit and think of times gone by...
and remembering,
i sit for a while and brought back memories of the past
on times passing my mind by the one I've cast
though indeed i'm still young but i know how old i'm in the spirit
sometimes seeing my face in the mirror brings a smile to my face
only then my eyes cast down,
then i remember the unpleasant mountains up in my front brings to my face a frown
i say i'm sorry for i know i'm sorry
i need fresh air
thinking of the passed time wasted,
is the time when i'm sad
love
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