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We start as nothing, made from the depths of our soul A night of passion, a night of depression, we all have a story to be told A look in a bar, he may have come far, a little leeway as a sign of relief We all have our truths, some a little long in the tooth, life comes and goes with its woes Were they the right one, I need to question my sums, as I picked you from the crowd of plenty We could have met when we were young, or an older fantasy, but the time was right at around twenty The kids that we have and the knowledge we pass, all a cycle down the years by us all Not much has changed, it carries on through years, as we rise and undoubtedly fall You want to live forever but it all becomes a chore, The same job whilst checking your pigeonhole, well what a monotonous bore The everyday conversations with those people you tolerate, we have the few that we like, the rest become a daily mandate Now I'm not having a moan as this could be a short life, really, I'm not knocking it now We all have our ups, we all have our downs, reincarnation baby, I could come back as a cow But this deal has its one guarantee, and that we all know, you will always end up like me Say what you will, this time has its thrills, but who in the end will pay that final bill It always has the same ending, as forever its been trending, our race has finally been run Hence What we become JJB
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC
What we become
We start as nothing, made from the depths of our soul A night of passion, a night of depression, we all have a story to be told A look in a bar, he may have come far, a little leeway as a sign of relief We all have our truths, some a little long in the tooth, life comes and goes with its woes Were they the right one, I need to question my sums, as I picked you from the crowd of plenty We could have met when we were young, or an older fantasy, but the time was right at around twenty The kids that we have and the knowledge we pass, all a cycle down the years by us all Not much has changed, it carries on through years, as we rise and undoubtedly fall You want to live forever but it all becomes a chore, The same job whilst checking your pigeonhole, well what a monotonous bore The everyday conversations with those people you tolerate, we have the few that we like, the rest become a daily mandate Now I'm not having a moan as this could be a short life, really, I'm not knocking it now We all have our ups, we all have our downs, reincarnation baby, I could come back as a cow But this deal has its one guarantee, and that we all know, you will always end up like me Say what you will, this time has its thrills, but who in the end will pay that final bill It always has the same ending, as forever its been trending, our race has finally been run Hence What we become JJB
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45/M/Cambridge
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC
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