I’m treated like an old book
that was left on the shelf.
Everyone underlined what they wanted to read,
and forgot the rest.
My spine was left worn out and bent,
so just take what you want from me,
and forget the rest.
It really weirds me out because I never thought I’d be where I am today.
My bones want to tear out of my skin,
this isn’t where I want to be.
Getting older scares the shit out of me.
I’m an old book.
The Sound of Silence - Simon & Garfunkel
Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains
Within the sound of silence