Spinning you wheels like a car out of control.
Trying so hard to look all ok.
Convincing the others you fit this new roll.
But what are the costs you’re willing to pay?
Your old friends are wondering what’s up with you now.
As we watch the old you disappear.
Hoping that someday you’ll come back, but how?
When you always seem so far, even when near.
Where went the dreams of which you told me?
Have you thrown them all away?
A year ago I didn’t think this is where you’d be.
Please turn around before much farther you stray.
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