Learning the hard way again and again.
I don't like to think that the ink leaves the pen.
The sky's never been so clear.
And I've never felt so distant from here.
I've been running, but always end up right back where I started.
Can't you see I'm doing all I can?
But it's never enough, so I begin to see.
That this place isn't for me.
As ships sail away, I'm still stuck in the sand.
Time has a grip beyond reach of my hand.
The last thing i need is a reason.
To give up on what I believe in.
And what I think so far,
is I'm 19 and just tired.
I hate that there's a routine,
that fits down to the wire.
And the rain keeps falling down.
But i'm lying on the ground.
And I've gotta keep now.
Oh I've gotta get up now.
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