Part 4. If you don’t know what’s going on, go read previous blogs.
This song is perfect. Except for the schoolboy part. Cause, you know, I’m not a boy. Nor do I go to school. But aside from that, perfect.
This time of year, I step back
From my whimsical orientation I have cast
Seasons have passed, they’ve come and gone
Along with my youth and aren’t coming back
This point of view, it’s not fact
It’s all my fallen humanity and my schoolboy fantasies
Oh to be true and give up this act
Would be freedom to live at last
And it’s all I can do to keep my breath
From slowly departing away
The winds are strong now
They keep blowing at my ever so fragile heart
But you are here to stay
And I am here to say I’m afraid.
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