Concept 29 (quarter life crisis)
All my tomorrows have faded away
Somehow they became my yesterdays
Reaching out for something to hold
But my open arms still feel as cold
Not where I thought I would be
What went so wrong I cannot see
What the hell went so wrong with me
June 95 I felt sort of alive
Like the world was open to me
Every possibility
June 99 somehow I made it out alive
Through everything
2000 seems like fate blocked out the
sun
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