my childhood is digged
the memories are teared up into defective pieces
i don’t remember your face
i don’t remember your name
what we have to talk about?
this place became scarier
as i grew
people showed me they always have time to be rude
their will is to destroy and take it all
to left no crumble as someone who’s starving
and so is life
it takes all of you
until you learn your lesson
but even if future predictable
there are old mistakes i keep making
cause i’m no longer able to work on it
i don’t remember my face
i don’t remember my name
what did you expect?
thought
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