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.
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.