We're all a little messed up in our own ways
And we always, will be marking days on prison walls
Every you think that maybe there's a chance for redemption
Don't hold tight onto your own breath
Before you know there's nothing left
There's nothing left in your memories
That has a thing to do with me
Or where I've been for all these years
Grinding smiles and forcing gears
I never thought I'd ever be this old
And I always, never made a point to never act my age
Now I guess it's silly to expect anything more from
Everyone that gave so much and more
You gave your time
There's nothing left in your memories
That has a thing to do with me
That gives you reason to believe
That the words I'm telling you
Have always turned out to be true
Artist: Together Pangea
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