The Golden Days

by Jenn E   May 27, 2004


So tell me that I'm the only one I can control
how many people does that lie console?
I have no control, I'm so weak
run down by this game of hide and seek
running from the drama, looking for the days of old
when life wasnt gray but silver, not yellow but GOLD
and now you try to tell me I can have that still
how many prescriptions do I have to fill?
how many pills will i have to take?
how many smiles will i have to fake?
to be that girl once more

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