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Growing up

Soda turned into vodka with ice. Our innocent eyes started witnessing lies, and so began our demise, now life we despise.
I watch the kids grow up, now I wanna throw up, 'cause I see what's ahead; they're gonna wish they were dead.
What can we do to defeat the sadness, to end this madness. We shouldn't be this careless.
A place to belong, it's like the beat to a song, it has to be strong to keep going on.
I wish everyone the best, I hope you get some rest. Life is just a test, so get that rock of your chest.




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Publicerad 2022-12-07 07:05



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