It's a new one,
Come too quick for me,
But I'm done,
Nothing left to see.
There are seas of life,
That I haven't found,
And though yesterday cut me like a knife,
I'm ready for new sights, smells, and sounds.
Time has come to live,
No reason for me to stay,
Nothing left for me to give,
So I'll wish my days away.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
It's a new one,
Come too quick for me,
But I'm done,
Nothing left to see.
There are seas of life,
That I haven't found,
And though yesterday cut me like a knife,
I'm ready for new sights, smells, and sounds.
Time has come to live,
No reason for me to stay,
Nothing left for me to give,
So I'll wish my days away.
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