Tired Eyes and Fine lines
I don't know who you are In fact I'm unsure if I ever knew I think there was a time you smiled and didn't feel crippled by the weight of the world I think there was time you smiled and didn't worry about what you weighed or hate who you were I think there was a time you smiled and weren't reminded of the shame Reminded of the guilt Reminded of the Pain Pain Pain Paint So you pick up a brush and you try to create But I don't know who you are So you can't sign your name Tired Eyes and Fine lines I don't know who you are So I wait.... and maybe then I'll remember your name. And maybe then, I'll remember OUR name
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