They say my youth is what I’ll look back on
The memories I’ve made
Fondly remembering
Those daring escapades
But what if I spend all this time
Trying to get out
Wishing either forward or back-
Just wanting to get out
Then when I am aging quick
My hair, turning gray
Then when I reminisce
I wonder what I’ll say
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
They say my youth is what I’ll look back on
The memories I’ve made
Fondly remembering
Those daring escapades
But what if I spend all this time
Trying to get out
Wishing either forward or back-
Just wanting to get out
Then when I am aging quick
My hair, turning gray
Then when I reminisce
I wonder what I’ll say
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