Dragging myself along the roadside, kicking the empty tin cans
I know maths enough to count my failed plans
These are those familiar roads, on which I have grown to travel miles
Same old faces with torn weary smiles
Walking back into the future,I am once again deceiving my hopelessness
I've promised myself to induce life in these dull and boring sights
The bright lights of the neighbouring city blind my eyes
I wonder why the man standing there, in the check shirt, never changes
The people of this town don't seem to mind these lifeless faces
Walking back into the future,I am once again deceiving my hopelessness
The rust specks of a retired car crunch under my feet
And take me back to the memories of strayed autumn leaves
I had once spread out my dreams upon those strewn rusty leaves
And my heart whispers that one day I'll be at ease
Walking back into the future,I am once again deceiving my hopelessness
I have wrapped up my dreams and put it beside my pillow
One fine morning, I'll wake up and see my rainbow
These are those familiar roads, on which I have grown to travel miles
Same old faces with torn weary smiles
Walking back into the future,I am once again deceiving my hopelessness
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