...don't know where it goes
carve names in the old tree
names of what used to be.
we're the street curb kids,
living it up like we were eight again.
today i watched a house get ding-dong ditched,
and i realized how much i want childhood back.
live a life without choices or cares.
a life where you can be anything you want.
live by your own rules, fuck consequences.
you get to be yourself,
without the fear of being put down.
walked down my old street the other day,
feeling as though i was born again.
this is where i learned how to ride a bike.
this is the house i drew on.
this used to be a farm, why the fuck are there houses?
as much as people would like to be 8 again,
would you even remember how to do it?
walked down my old street the other day,
feeling as though i was born again.
i lay down on the old lawn.
these grass stains don't mean anything anymore.
as much as i would like to be 8 again,
i don't have the courage to be myself.
.but it's home to me and i walk alone.
blahh i'm being forced to go to bed by some guy on msn...
so sorry that this isn't great.
blame him... he's evil.
its 2:30 am...
and the bolded lyrics are Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day
rawrr i'm stalling to stay online...gahh screw it
goodmorning, goodafternoon, goodevening, and goodnight to all.
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