The days, they roll away

 

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Easy, breezy summer’s day:
The time just seems to blow away.
Always think about the things I’ve done,
Forget to do the things I should.

And as the days, they roll away
Like the ocean’s waves of gray,
I dig to find myself in grains of sand.
Forget to look into the sun.

Who am I now, and have I run so far
That I can’t tell myself from these dying stars?
I feel so lost, and I would throw all I have off the edges of all I knew
To be lost in you.