Between Winter and Spring.

wrongwithlife

I see the color come to focus

And the sunsets burn like bright explosions

I can feel her running in my soul

Though I am stuck here growing cold

I plead with you please take it slow

For I am young but much too old

To be jumping out of speeding cars

And filling up at empty bars

Freedom found comes with a cost

Now never have I felt so lost.

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