Shane W.- Age: 20

February 9, 2009

Melancholy

From the corner of the road

There was cries from the bode

So now I run and hide

And take my mind from the tide.

Where the hell were all the good times?

The simple swinging of the chimes.

Why has life come and passed me by?

Always no time for the ride.

No in dire times, repentance

From the code of independence

As a washed up, shallow grave

All the times I've slaved.

Where the hell were all the good times?

The simple swinging of the chimes.

Why has life come and passed me by?

Always no time for the ride.

Where the hell were all the good times?

The simple swinging of the chimes.

Why has life come and passed me by?

Always no time for the ride.