Scraps of the past begin to fade
Am I or the world the one to change?
The old days I was excited for
Don’t seem to be the same anymore
Warm projections of the sun
Coat my skin with your love
But those sunny days grown cold
Is that the cost of growing old?
Snowy mounds become a raceway
Screaming a laughter echoed all day
Now the mounds don’t seem to show
All thats left is a forest dead and cold
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