Daylight seeping through old curtains,
I grow older but the struggle carries on,
Everyday's an insurrection buffered by misplaced affection,
Sit me in the attic until dawn,
We felt bored and disconnected in that moment,
We were lost and vilified,
We weren't hoping for a triumph or a trophy, failure didn't halt our stride,
Even though we failed at least we fucking tried.
Skimming rocks in Hartlepool, I am bound by blood and blisters to this sand,
Every little struggle worth the time it took to lose,
Another cast off in the bay, another callous on my fragile hand.
We felt bored and disconnected in that moment,
We were lost and vilified,
We weren't hoping for a triumph or a trophy, failure didn't halt our stride,
Even though we failed, at least we fucking tried.
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