Staring with eyes that don't blink
Stopping to grasp, stopping to think
This is my story, and I'm telling you
My story was that of a fool
My story was true, but this is not what I wanted
I hurt, being chained down
I wore, something heavy, I wore a false crown
I was forced to do something
I was forced to drown
Face painted like a clown
And in that state, my soul I had found
I run now, different then before
I run to something I desire, I run to something I adore
I crave so much more
I find it, as freedom is felt, as being awake makes me soar
And to my past, I close my fucking door
But memory paints my life, for my clown mask can't be scraped with a knife
I am a child, holding that knife, in his one and only life
Like a child, who cuts his finger
Like a child who is not taught, like a child that lingers
I can't write
I can't remember
I'm tired
I hate looking back
How do I make sense, I can't
And so my mind, I crack
As sadly so many memories
So many memories
Simply
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