And I'm still searching / Sifting through, living past / Reliving those moments in attempts to recreate / This daily consistency fills my lungs with water / Fills my head with apathy killing the charismatic young boy at heart / That age of ever-wonder and fascination / There's a ghost living inside of my head / I'm holding on to what once was / And I can still see that boy / Running past my maturing horizons / Holding on to something that isn't there / That simplistic nature of living that we all once knew so well / A boy and his kite / Felt like he could conquer all / It was once so easy / We were all once so young //
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