New day, same old feelings. Like no matter what you can't seem to escape the shadow of your thoughts, no matter how bright the sun. Brand new bag, slung on the same old shoulders. Since you were five they've worn their place there. Same bold face in the mirror, wipe away the tears and smile against the waves crashing against you. Brand new people, same old faces. New day, same old feelings.
Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 4:37 AM UTC
New day, same old feelings. Like no matter what you can't seem to escape the shadow of your thoughts, no matter how bright the sun. Brand new bag, slung on the same old shoulders. Since you were five they've worn their place there. Same bold face in the mirror, wipe away the tears and smile against the waves crashing against you. Brand new people, same old faces. New day, same old feelings.
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