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Dead End Kid


I don't wanna grow up
I'm a dead end kid
I wasn't supposed to last this long

All I have is potential
And I don't want it
All I know are rules
And I need to break them

I believed the lies
And they were taken from me
Now there's nothing to go in their place

I played the game
I played it well
Way back when it was fun
It wasn't supposed to last this long

My body tells a story long forgotten
Of an adventurous youth
When smiles were real

Knicks and bruises
Dings and things
Art with no meaning
As it should be

So I sit on the edge
But I won't knock on Her door
It'll come to me soon
It won't be long

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Gregorai
<p>The &quot;Her&quot; in the last section is a female personification of Death. &nbsp;</p>

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