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I used to march past the days, Now the days march past me. I used to shape and mold the clay, Strange, - How the clay mold’s shaped like me. There used to be a song about me, Now I’m the only one who sings it. Last April’s trap was set for me, Strange, - How I’m the one who springs it. I used to be less lonely then, But now the world’s too crowded. I won’t see Sun in the rain again, Strange, -Now the summer’s clouded. I used to dream of things to come, Of all the words yet to be said. Now I only dream of what’s been done, Strange, - How waking makes sleep dead. I used to live a happy life, You can measure it in tears. If you can still weep you know not strife, Strange, - Now my eyes are clear. I used to fill the air with sound, All the while saying nothing. Silence now seems more profound, Strange, - I’ve had enough of bluffing. I used to look at Stars above, And wonder on their purpose. A dot of light: not hope or love. Strange, - How blessings turn to curses. I used to live inside a book, Perhaps too much, I feel. The book inside me’s been unhooked, Strange, - What truth fantasy reveals. I used to have an open heart, Poorly partnered with closed mind, What’s left open soon falls out and apart, Strange, - Their position reversed now, I find. I used to love a fiery girl. I know that love was true. Now I chase the past in a broken world. How Strange, -To say adieu.
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Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 4:08 PM UTC
What Used to Be
I used to march past the days, Now the days march past me. I used to shape and mold the clay, Strange, - How the clay mold’s shaped like me. There used to be a song about me, Now I’m the only one who sings it. Last April’s trap was set for me, Strange, - How I’m the one who springs it. I used to be less lonely then, But now the world’s too crowded. I won’t see Sun in the rain again, Strange, -Now the summer’s clouded. I used to dream of things to come, Of all the words yet to be said. Now I only dream of what’s been done, Strange, - How waking makes sleep dead. I used to live a happy life, You can measure it in tears. If you can still weep you know not strife, Strange, - Now my eyes are clear. I used to fill the air with sound, All the while saying nothing. Silence now seems more profound, Strange, - I’ve had enough of bluffing. I used to look at Stars above, And wonder on their purpose. A dot of light: not hope or love. Strange, - How blessings turn to curses. I used to live inside a book, Perhaps too much, I feel. The book inside me’s been unhooked, Strange, - What truth fantasy reveals. I used to have an open heart, Poorly partnered with closed mind, What’s left open soon falls out and apart, Strange, - Their position reversed now, I find. I used to love a fiery girl. I know that love was true. Now I chase the past in a broken world. How Strange, -To say adieu.
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connor-ruther
Canadian
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 4:08 PM UTC
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