måndag 21 juli 2008

Rabid October

What ever happened,
to those aspiring dreams?
Dreams we built out of the blood we spilt
from our own arms
I remember those hopeless gray days
in towns that only contributed to urban decay
and fistfights full of "I'll become something someday
just wait and see"
When life was running low
we did whatever it took to find
one last lifeline of hope
You became mine, I became yours
But in the end, did we win the wars?
Autumn leaves and you and me
Traintracks, stolen cigarettes
and what we used to be
Deserted houses we broke into
in the bittersweet end of summer
Every restless adolescent mind
exploding of curiosity

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