I'm like ripped jeans..
I've been worn out
and teared in different places
held out
and seen a million faces
I'm a little faded
and torn at the ends
i have some strings hanging out
that i don't know where they begin
A few holes in my pocket
i could stick my hand straight through
peek through the frays
and look at you
More like bell bottoms
Dragging to the ground
sagging to the dirt
slung all around
Just some lost denim fabric
among all the suede
going along
just findn' my way.
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I guess we're all just goin along trying to find our way ... nice job. the comparison to denim was a nice one. thank you
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