i'm only kinda sure
when i think about the future
my life just drags on
i can walk down the same street
the walls around me change
but i don't notice
the snow can fall
the leaves can grow, and die
the flowers can bloom, and wilt
but there's nothing
nothing there for me

what is it going to be like
when i stop walking
as my nostalgic self

the clock may bleed years
when my heart only bleeds seconds
so much time to waist
in such a short life
it just won't go by fast enough

something to live for
is what i'm waiting for
nothing to think about
nothing to do
just walk down the same street as before
and watch your feet
as the world changes around you

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