
| Three Years
Author: Amai Dolciumi About remembering and being forgotten.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Hurt/Comfort/Adventure - Words: 300 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 10-03-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2727143
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I arrive at my town
Set all my equipment down
Overstayed my hero's welcome
No one comes to see my crowns
I go home, watch TV
Nothing's getting through to me
All this pointless, fake, adventure
Doesn't make good company
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Flick it off, close my eyes
Wait for dreams, wanting lies
Hoping someday I'll forget
For only a moment the day I left
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Left my backpack by the front door
Climbed the stairs up to my room
Searched my soul to find a small trace
How'd it get so far so soon?
Left my spirit by the first route
'Cause it's all so quiet here
Left my backpack by the front door
It's been lying there three years
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Bottomless hourglass
No one knew it wouldn't last
By the time you see the sand fall
It's too late to turn it back
Here I am at my home
By myself, but not alone
Like I was with all the people
Too afraid to touch my throne
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You come in, we lock eyes
I can't fall, you can't rise
When you see there's no way but down
You will have nothing but to turn around
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Watch TV and eat a burger
Climb the stairs and set up dolls
Take some money from your mother
Hoping that it ends her calls
Left your soul down at the ruins
All the puzzles have been solved
Somehow you got left behind when
All the world around evolved
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Rising up to our knees
All the newness, like the seas
Thrashes us as we talk
Strips away at our rock
Though we cling to what we know
Saying it will all be fine
This rock, too, will wash up someday
Broken down, sands of time
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