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Current mood:  contemplative
I sometimes see the former me
Lifeless in my head
Hanging from my morning tree
By an imaginary thread
It is sometimes sad remembering the choices I have made
To now become this bitter thing of memories betrayed
But in these memories I find my solace and my core
That what was fed but evil I may turn to something pure
So to the hebephrenic corpse of the child that was me
I offer not a slight remorse for what was meant to be
And to the self my soul has built to guide me on through time
Falter not in your iron will to never look behind
04:31
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