A young boy sitting on the bass drum edge
An adult tempted by some easy preys
Fiddling with the bottom end sliders
Laying down on my old room's carpet
Asphalt runs down our feet
As we seem to endlessly speak
It all comes down to it
It's been a whole ten years but you're still full of regrets
As long as you keep the truce with the ghosts of your past
As long as you find greatness in the call of contrast
Dont tear yourself apart
As it was only necessary
Don't blame yourself on it
Just know that I loved the way you lived

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