Now and then, I pace my place, I can’t retrace how I got here. I cheat and lie to check my fates, it’s slightly harder than last year. And all at once, it gets hard to take, it gets hard to fake what I won’t be because one of these days, I’ll be born and raised and it’s such a waste to grow up lonely. I still have dreams and
I’m the same, they don’t fly as high as they used to. I saw my friend, he’s in my head and he said “you don’t remember me, do you?” I still got time, I still got faith, I call on both of my brothers.I got a mom, I got a dad but they do not have each other. So line on up and take your place and show your face to the morning. Because one of these days, you’ll be born and raised and it takes you on without warning.