Deadends
As long as a kiss on the cheek
as lame as growing up
Pack your stuff we're going home
this trip lasted too long
The marked spots, the bending roads
led us to a dead end
For lack of better words
because dead is me,
end it is right here.
As wrong as a misprinted word
as blue as turning grey
Read out loud to the whole crowd
the feelings that we lack
when we see big surprises
coming from afar
Because feelings they don't disappear,
they're just not required
anymore dear
Writer/s: David Sagarzazu
