My half life becomes me
I laugh at pain
Because it's all I know
Three ducks in a row
Three blind mice
Me all alone
The farmers wife is angry
My dying energy
I can not find the source of strength
I used to know
So I go searching
With feeble hands and aching back
Into a new world
My mind is reeling
Ponce de leon thought he found the fountain of youth
He was wrong
Still I am much like him
I thought I found you
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC
My half life becomes me
I laugh at pain
Because it's all I know
Three ducks in a row
Three blind mice
Me all alone
The farmers wife is angry
My dying energy
I can not find the source of strength
I used to know
So I go searching
With feeble hands and aching back
Into a new world
My mind is reeling
Ponce de leon thought he found the fountain of youth
He was wrong
Still I am much like him
I thought I found you
