O you try hard to cling on to your youth
But those brief, golden times are now long gone.
You don't want to face grey age's cruel truths.
Youlisten to your favourite pop songs.
But former feelings will never return.
There are too many ghosts circling around
Your head. All the friends and lovers you spurned
Have now been replaced by cold, empty sounds.
Another new dawn will soon fade away,
As you turn to face another bleak day.
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