All I remember from old days,
Is crying so hard, must’ve been a phase,
I couldn’t see, I saw from different eyes,
I was so little, why didn’t they just let me be?
Them being mean wasn’t a surprise.
I was so innocent and so naïve,
Little did they know that’d all leave,
I made them suffer, cry if you must,
I grew a shell, faked being tough,
My cry for attention still wasn’t enough,
Made fun of everyday,
Smiled so hard, so my family thought I was okay,
The other kids all hated me,
To protect myself this is what I had to be,
Now all I have left are bad memories