Oct 2020
I look out the car window,
I see the bushes in the middle of the road flying past,
They remind me of how my life is ebbing away,
One day I was five,
And the next I was 15
I see the bushes in the middle of the road flying past,
They remind me of how my life is ebbing away,
One day I was five,
And the next I was 15
