Every now and then, The memories creep in
A breeze and blue skies, The trees and you and I
But if my old life is done, I guess that i've moved on
To new faces and strange places,
Here at the final push to the sum
If my old life is done, then, What have i become?
Did my whole manic-depression thing today, flipped from complete apathy to a sort of crazy stupid me. I really have to do something about that.
Actually enjoying school, Motherwell makes english damn interesting. 2 hours just slips by.
What have I become?
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