Felt the sun set before
For a different reason than now
Lately, setting again
But with invitatory manner
And my age shows how
Basic movement becomes a chore
Yet I haven't grown to fear
Time's advance anymore.
My life has ended at least two times now
But my life is not the one I end up worried about
For a long time, I've not been a single entity
Two that rely on me
A third that's far removed from me
The orange light from my window lingers
Reminding me of the cycle
That I've been here before
And so afraid of what would change
But I've been here all the while
And I know this life could be hers
Also, none of this will matter
When we become famous singers.