>no one told you where to run
>you missed the starting gun
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>kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
>waiting for someone or something to show you the way
>and everything under the sun is in tune
>but the sun is eclipsed by the moon
I can't listen to radiohead or pink Floyd anymore because the message is starting to be too real.
And then one day you find, ten years have gone behind you
>Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
>To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
>Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
>Dragged by the force of some inner tide
>fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
>The child is grown
>The dream is gone
>I have become comfortably numb
Tbh they are just singing to robot John does. We create a deep meaning relating to us as a child would place themselves in a one direction song.
>So it's not loaded stadiums or ballparks
>And we're not kids on swingsets on the blacktop
>And I thought at fifteen that I'd have it down by sixteen
>And twenty-four keeps breathing in my face
>For long you live and high you fly
>And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
>And all you touch and all you see
>Is all your life will ever be
(fuark you robot)
>Mother should I build a wall
>Mother should I run for president
>Mother should I trust the government
>Mother will put me in the firing line
>Oh ma, is it just a waste of time?
>and all that you touch and all that you see
>Is all that your life will ever be.
I don't want to kill myself, I just wish I was never born.
That hit me about as hard as you imagined it would, OP.
>In my white room
>with black curtains
>Near the station
>black roof country
>no gold pavements
>tired starlings
>dawn light smiled
>on you leaving
>my contentment
