there was once a kid, which I used to know;
staring at me from a picture, of a life lived long ago.

I remember a kid, as the memories fade;
who used to laugh a fake laugh, at everything that I said.

I remember a kid, from long back then;
who died as he lived, in resistance and pain.

a confused little kid, who I used to be;
who died long ago, to make room for me.

there was once a kid, which I used to know;
who I left behind, many long years ago.