Free from the lies again
To be a child again
Playing in a garden full of flowers
Away from the bitter taste of wasted time and the paranoid grind
Waiting for the next back stab or friendly jab that troubles your soul
but your to old to cry
So you unwind with artificial bliss, trying to get back this....
To be a child again
Free from the lies again
Free to live again
Inspired by a loved ones DUI, a friends crooked eye, and a project of wasted time.
SR
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