Brother of Sponteity
The one that I share the same blood with,
Was once the ultimate party starter
Age and responsibility has left you weary brother
The sands of fun are now lukewarm
The candle at the table of excitement no longer burns
Change and responsibility has left you weary brother
Wishing for the times of greatness to rise from its slumber
Awake. But not alive, stagnation has become your stentch
Bills and responsibility has left you weary brother
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