whats the number
i forgot the age
i forgot how to gauge
whats really important
whats the aging moment
to say I'm a man
to let go of my hand
always remain my friend
be there in the end
but i gotta go alone
to see where this road bends
for now i keep you close
remembering what matters most
tucked away in the dark gray
that envelops you
consumes me
let the light come in instead
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