Old souls burn out young.
We've been here before,
the wasted youth,
AKA- the recycled material
Yeah you know who I'm talking about right?
The once upon a time obedient souls
that never disobeyed orders and followed the rules.
They died and live through us-
The wasted youth.
We are their second chances,
Their opportunity of another life-
where they don't give a care in the world
but to live recklessly.
Being rebellious with no direction.
Wasted lives,
like Lotto money that was won
and spent reckless because it isn't really 'YOURS'
isn't it?
You just won that money,
just like you won that second life.
The 'you' that held back when you were alive
about a century ago is living through the new age:
Now all that you are is the wasted youth.
You live in me
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 11:12 AM UTC
Old souls burn out young.
We've been here before,
the wasted youth,
AKA- the recycled material
Yeah you know who I'm talking about right?
The once upon a time obedient souls
that never disobeyed orders and followed the rules.
They died and live through us-
The wasted youth.
We are their second chances,
Their opportunity of another life-
where they don't give a care in the world
but to live recklessly.
Being rebellious with no direction.
Wasted lives,
like Lotto money that was won
and spent reckless because it isn't really 'YOURS'
isn't it?
You just won that money,
just like you won that second life.
The 'you' that held back when you were alive
about a century ago is living through the new age:
Now all that you are is the wasted youth.
You live in me
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