I remember it as clear as day On hallowed ground my head would lay Of places gone but could not stay But I'd not hope, but only pray That life is made, but of shades of gray
And for my own stupidity, am forced to pay. Or so they say.
Funny how my memories, my most treasured memories, can be summed up by two jackets that have been draped over the chair in my room for about 2+ years now
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