thanks for all you've done, mom.
fourteen years of age, turn the page, rearrange
your life, your meanings, forget your name
the next eight years of your life will change
things will no longer be the same, oh how they've change
alone, afraid, never to be seen
the things I hide inside, disguise, always so damn keen
picking up the things you hide,
disgraced us all, where's your pride?
for years i thought it was me - for years i never thought it was you
everything you always said was a lie, but i always thought were true
suffocation, intoxication, filling my lungs with the medication
meditation, resucitation, now i'm coming back to life with a reputation
the things i wish i never knew, the hurt that you could put me through
a defence in my mind, and wall around my soul
blinding and sidetracking me of my goal
can't visualize anything, a blank slate my mind is now
no visual memory, no faces to recall
doctors couldn't understand how
did it happen in a fall?
NO. it happened in you, it dragged into me
dissociating from the reality of what used to be
im broken, incapable of love, incapable of trust
incapable of normalicies that never happened to us
for all these years i thought it was me,
incapable of being anything i wanted to be
your the liar, your the cheater,
and i lie and stole for you
faking every moment that i've been through, dissaproved
my eyes see clear of the life you revere
cannot include me anymore my dear
i'm growing and changing
done pretending to be
something that you wish to hide
but now we can see.