Autumn
AUTUMN
i hope to remember this day
just as i hope to forget
about the better of two evils
whos face i line with green and gold
they say the past repeats
i hope that they are right
but i pray that they are wrong
but i can neither hope nor pray
so now i live my life
pretending there's no past tense
but now's the time
when pretending should be past
a picture that you've seen
a thousand words are all the same three
like a photo that i burned
burned into my memory
i look at where i stand
from where i see myself
and think if i'd only knew
i would hate what i've become
could i change anything at all?
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