Little blocks we stacked up when we were children.
Little hands that trembled every time a loud bang was made.

Little by little
A dream gets stacked,
A love gets bound,
A heart is bounced.

Little by little
A dream crumbles,
A love becomes hate,
A heart turns to stone.

Little by little
A child is made,
A laugh decreases,
A nightmare is made.

Little by little
The darkness exceeds,
The numbness lives free,
The void is sought.

Little by little
The memories become a dream,
The sleep comes once a week,
The eyes start to bleed.

Little by little
A recollection is made,
From the last mistakes,
The redness it made.

Little by little
A child has grown,
really fast,
really mature.

Little by little,
The only dream that a child sought.
liberation or recollection?

And now 10 years old feels kind of lonely
Cause I'm still a kid but I'm stuck at home
Thinking of years the didn't go down
Nostalgia's different now

I'm 12 years old and school's gone to ****
It's not at all how I imagined it
To be cause all I saw was happy
But it's different now

I'm older now, but is it still okay
If I rather stay in my room all day
I'm missing all years I lost
Nostalgia's different now

"Some kids remember their childhood as a time of happiness.
I remember mine as a time of waiting.
Waiting for the yelling to stop.
Waiting for the doors to stop slamming.
Waiting for someone to finally look at me and ask if i was okay..
But no one did.
I wasn't a daughter..
I was just an audience to a war
I never wanted to be a part of....."

I cling onto your comfort by a thread.
I know I’m too old for this.
But I don’t think I can do this without you.
I want you to hold me in your arms and tell me,
"everything will be alright."
I want everything to be alright.
I want to be a kid again.
I’m going to miss you.

I look at her standing in front of me;
Her eyes are empty and dead,
It reminisces her soul.
I break down seeing her,
It’s my fault she’s like this,
I am not who she wanted me to be,
I wish I can go back and fix my mistakes.

I let the tears roll down my pale cheeks.
Her face hold no emotion,
The is no string tying her down to earth,
I’m afraid she’s going to float away,
Out of my grasp,
And I won’t see her again.

I wish she can know how much she’s loved.
Her frame is slumped,
I feel nothing but guilt.
It’s all my fault.
She didn’t deserve this.
Neither did I,
But this isn’t about me,
What’s done is done,
But I wish she could have it better.

She thinks it’s all hopeless,
I want to scream that it isn’t,
I know she can’t hear me,
I’m watching her from a distance,
As invisible force keeping me from her.

I want to hug her,
Whisper to her that everything’s going to be okay,
But I can’t.
What’s done is done.
So take me home to the life I wish I could change.