the rootless children of military housing

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isolated

ideals wasted

stringed by dreams of self sustainment

 

the same dream, always pining for something, little piece of nothing to call your own

 

comfort's only complicated

soft grass gives way to the pavement

 

concrete, always driving a to b, always driving..

 

seperated, slightly jaded,

rootless children come to play

 

the same game, always playing the same game

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is the third or fourth rewrite of a song but i think this is the final one.

 

this is about being raised as a military brat

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