Nov 2018
It's always the good ones that go to waste
Can't undo the past yet deleted files I still chase
Loss of identity, leaves me traumatized for phases
Only just a little child, way too young for these foretaste
I miss the time where I taught persons actually cared
I miss the time when I taught that people were there
I miss the time when only Satan was evil
I had to find out that the bads ones were the people.
Can't undo the past yet deleted files I still chase
Loss of identity, leaves me traumatized for phases
Only just a little child, way too young for these foretaste
I miss the time where I taught persons actually cared
I miss the time when I taught that people were there
I miss the time when only Satan was evil
I had to find out that the bads ones were the people.
Just another vent poem from yours truly. For the like hundredth time now. Just saying.
Sometimes I feel like I'm too young for all this "wisdom" contained in my skull.
Sometimes I feel like I'm too young for all this "wisdom" contained in my skull.
