-And then you raise your voice,
And i’m 6, hiding whenever I can.
Trying to block out the sound, covering my ears and yelling louder than you,
Except i’m not 6, i’m 19.

You try and befriend me,
Come closer to try and see me.
But i’m so little, hiding under the table,
By the terrace, holding my dad’s picture,
Wondering if the flat we’re in is too high for me to jump,
But in reality i’m not so little, I’m almost 20.

My nightmares wake me up,
And I run,
I scream,
I cry and weep,
And try to escape my fears.
But i’m not so fast as i used to be,
I’m almost 20.