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• Artiste: Sick Of It All
• Titre: Souvenir
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I found a souvenir In things I collected The effect it had on me Turned out distressing. Instead of focusing on my past rejoicing It just reminded me of awkward emotions. Thought of my innocence Thought of alienation No self identity and massive confusion. I wanted desperatley to think of the good time Guess I remember too much. Guess I would rather look at The path in front of me that's holding something new. Does it really do the trick when you're reunited Does it make you stop and think Things weren't meant to click. Does it really do the trick to be taken back Does it make you stop and think Of all the things you lacked. Time can give and take away at will Don't look back, don't stand still Because time will bleed you dry. A little sympathy please for the petty bastards Who feel their glory days are behind them. So far behind them The person thy thought made all the difference Isn't even who they are now And they refuse to see how Everydays another chance to mend a petty life. Does it really do the trick when you're reunited Does it make you stop and think Things weren't meant to click. Does it really do the trick to be taken back Does it make you stop and think Of all the things you lacked. Time can give and take away at will Don't look back, don't stand still Because time will bleed you dry. Bled dry Bled dry of motivation Bled dry of motivation Bled dry A desert of ambition, a desert of ambition. Bled dry Discarded by the wayside, discarded by the wayside, Bled dry and left for dead