I heard a new song yesterday.. a few lines go somewhat like..
Then all at once it gets hard to take.
It gets hard to fake, what I won’t be.
Cause one of these days I’ll be born and raised
And it’s such a waste to grow up lonely
I still have dreams, they’re not the same..
They don’t fly as high as they used to
I saw my friend, he’s in my head
And he said, “You don’t remember me, do you?”I still got time..
I still got faith
I call on both of my brothers..
I got a mom..
I got a dad..
But they do not have each other
It’s sad to hear a song tell your very story..and sing the words you’re too afraid to say out loud..
