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Mar 2016
Well the end is near
Or so they say
But I keep waking up every day
I put my hands
On my face
I think it's time I got out of this place

It's too hard
To go with the flow
I think I'll stand here and watch it roll
I'm tired yet
I'm wide awake
I'm much too young to never make mistakes

Where is the fantasy?
Can someone promise me
That I'll never grow old until I die?
Where is the promised land?
It must be gone again
Dropped in the sea like one big lie

I'm not alone
And I've checked
But I'm sipping wine by the bottleneck
Take me home
But not inside
If I can't open doors I might as well die

I took a pill
Let's take a ride
When reality fails just look inside
I don't like
What I see
But at least I can say I am always me
Jordan Rowan
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Jordan Rowan
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