So, the days are back with me,
the northern breeze and southern see,
waiting for my turn to be free,
aw my life just blows past me.
Standing on a hill,
feeling the vibe from underneath,
only observing, dreaming,
being able to breath.
Days and weeks have passed,
and the crushes still last.
The virginity of heroes has gone,
an the world just turns too fast.
What have I become? The hero of youth?
What have I become? The saboteur of truth?
What am I waiting for? The answer to my lies?
What am I waiting for? The pressure to survive?
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