Thousand Yard Stare
Thousand Yard Stare
Injustice in my eyes
When i look at the world
But i can't follow the crowd
And keep them shut tight
I will die to see what's right
With those left fighting against the lies
Something must be wrong with me
Am i hot, or is the world so cold?
Experience the warmth
Before you grow up
For when you stop growing up
You start growing old
Copyright © Clay Young Jr. | Year Posted 2011
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