i know there can't be a private language
but that won't stop me from disguising my own the best i can.
with no mal-intent, trying to make more sense
still chanting the old chant:
when i was foolish i might have said
when i was younger i might have said
when i was tired i might have said
something that i'd regret
but i've grown wiser, i like to think
and in my dreams i've stopped disappearing.
i think i've had ducking and deprecating about enough.
when i was foolish i might have said
when i was younger i might have said
when i was tired i might have said
that i was beyond you all
but i've grown better, from my good luck
my burning bridges still hold me up.
if i've grown better, from my good luck
i'll see the sun rise and i'll warm up.
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