floatingbrain123

floatingbrain123 t1_j5yobwi wrote

My friends from college they're all married now; They have their houses and their lawns. They have their silent noons, Tearful nights, angry dawns. Their children hate them for the things they're not; They hate themselves for what they are- And yet they drink, they laugh, Close the wound, hide the scar

  • Carly Simon, That’s the way I’ve always heard it should be
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