1624

The shadows of the past
Already give me the creeps
But I found out it’s future’s sting
That’s really gonna make you bleed.
Because I’m young, and I am foolish, and I am blind and naïve.
And I only feel immortal until the first few scratches cut deep.
It really scares me
That I’m that scared of a day to end
Cause I’m afraid
That the next won’t make do and mend.
Because I’m young, and I am foolish, and I am blind and naïve.
And I only feel immortal until the first few scratches cut deep.
And suddenly your life feels like a poem in 1624
It shakes the earth beneath your feet down to its core.