I feel trapped the windows of my sole stay open
and I know Ive went off the path but im still hopen
that in the end ill make it to the mountain of a goal I see
well hell if not at least at the end I can rest
and look back in the sand of my memories that I kept
but right now I just gotta keep moving as long as I dont go back im fine
then once its my time Ill go back to those times
I GUESS IM JUST GETTING OLD

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breaking up with women is alot like golf. you start out by putting on some goofy cloths. then by the end you wonder if youll ever find your balls again