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I'm tetering on the pinnacle of life I'm teething on a good idea and crying for a bad idea to come along and change my mind. I'm toying with people and begging them for the truth I'm exploring an unsteady path Not quite the refined fully for- med Varient of the child my mother knew years ago. It's a funny time in life when we feverently search for ourselves In a toybox of clowns jokers and fools When we begin to learn nothing we've learned is true. When we are high on the sea saw growing out of old clothes and old ways Soon to be low on our salaries and self esteem. What a fun game of life we play moving the pieces towards love or tragedy. Many ups and many downs will come to us. Just remeber what your mother told you... the playground rules.
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
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I'm tetering on the pinnacle of life I'm teething on a good idea and crying for a bad idea to come along and change my mind. I'm toying with people and begging them for the truth I'm exploring an unsteady path Not quite the refined fully for- med Varient of the child my mother knew years ago. It's a funny time in life when we feverently search for ourselves In a toybox of clowns jokers and fools When we begin to learn nothing we've learned is true. When we are high on the sea saw growing out of old clothes and old ways Soon to be low on our salaries and self esteem. What a fun game of life we play moving the pieces towards love or tragedy. Many ups and many downs will come to us. Just remeber what your mother told you... the playground rules.
kayla-morrison
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
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