Last Year (Better Days)

by Marcus Summer




Last year was a joy disguised as mistaking
I was in your arms instead of risk-taking

Perhaps we enjoy to pose as a riddle
The times we destroy our hopes in the middle

I once was a boy but now I'm scary
I hurt whom I toy without signs of playing

We had other ones we ran this whole city
Or so did we make it seem - what a pity!

The drunks will enjoy when I get back to it
And when I'm devoid of meaning you'll cue it
By showing your side of vulnerability
And then taking pride for faking maturity
By saying grow up that boy has been long gone
I'll see you sometime whenever you're done
With being so lost perhaps you can show me
A way that won't cost us seem to be free

Written by: Marcus Pires

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