Somehow

some feelings seem to burn too deeply blow out and don't return completely and it's all some dumb cliche years getting in the way somehow somehow somehow it marks the choice before you what you were raised to be or want to and it's all some dumb cliche solved everywhere each day somehow somehow somehow the time must come to pass on but every year becomes the last one and it's all some dumb cliche that haunts you every day somehow somehow half your life has gone