today's the last day we breathe this way
we take for granted all that we did (and didn't do)
for i've been told it's not our age that shows how old
our bones have grown
my thoughts are outnumbering me, my mind stays in tact
my hopes are out-growing me, my body feels the impact
(oh, old souls)
for i've been told it's not our age that shows how old
our bones have grown,
rather it's how we made it through this life
knowing we won't make it out alive
this is for the ones who refuse to go

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