The Story of the Firsts
Inside the mind of a dream
Ambushed and scared
Moving between spaces unseen
Trickling down through the memories of you
Running forward without much luck
Yet, I push
Insisting on something that feels lost
Numb. Strange. Cracked.
Going nowhere
Today marks the day that never was
Out with the old, in with the usual
Forever seemed easy
Obviously, it isn't
Racing past the point of self deceit
Growing pains that linger
Easy to take on, hard to take in
This should be normal, but it isn't
You've bled me dry
Ordered my retreat
Used me up
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