sky turns light grey
leaves scattered all astray
flannels on and hoods up
pumpkin flavors fill my cup
sound of raindrops pitter patter
autumn air is all that matters
sky turns light grey
leaves scattered all astray
flannels on and hoods up
pumpkin flavors fill my cup
sound of raindrops pitter patter
autumn air is all that matters
Hope is often used as a term to wish for something.
But hope is broad.
Vague.
Some people hope to win a sports game.
Or did I just wanna be different?
Like an outcast just wishing,
somebody might notice what's wrong with me.
That she looks like a boy and,
she's playing with knives for toys and,
When you forget what you're doing, when you forgot how it goes.
That's what reminds you that you're
getting older, it
can't outweigh the pain of growing up where
just when you have, had enough is when it
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