This Was Going To Be a Song...
Reinvention is distilled
by tidal waves of fools.
Of distant childhood memories
Of trying to be cool.
Of people pointing out your wrongs
Never what is right.
So you don't know how I feel.
I'm trapped inside this dissapointing world.
Copyright © Jess Powers | Year Posted 2010
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