We all go through phases, when we worked downtown, when the kids were little, when we were dating so and so, when we had the mustang. These things and people re-define you, into another you and another you and another you…
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Hear me, my voice is softer these days.
Under the haze of grown up, chin up,
I shouldn't be afraid of
What he has made of me...
And slowly comes
Into focus something new,
Easy does it, I go through another you.
Taste me, I'm not so sweet anymore.
My innocence was a bore.
Tepid, insipid, my edge is gone;
I drowned it in all my wrong...
And all I hear, and all I fear around me.
Takes me back, but I can't feel it anymore.
I can't feel it anymore. Anymore.
Spare me, all your hopeless regrets.
No taking bets on us.
Give me room to take hold your hand.
Don't try to understand me...