Fool enough to almost be it
Cool enough to not quite see it
Doomed
Pick your pockets full of sorrow
And run away with me tomorrow
June
We'll try
To ease the pain
Somehow
We'll feel the same
Well, no
One knows
Where our
Secrets go
I send a heart to all my dearies
When your life is oh so dreary
Dream
I'm rumored to the straight and narrow
While the harlots of my perils
Scream
And I fail
But when I can
I will
Try to understand
That when I can
I will
Mother, weep the years I'm missing
All our timе can't be given
Back
Shut my mouth and strike thе demons
That cursed you and your reason
Out of hand and out of season
Out of love and out of feeling
So bad
That when I can
I will
Words defy the plans
So when I can
I will
Fool enough to almost be it
Cool enough to not quite see it
Old enough to always feel it
Always old, I'll always feel this
No more promise
No more sorrow
No longer will I follow
Can anybody hear me?
I just want to be
Me
And when I can
I will
Try to understand
That when I can
I will
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