My future was sewn in the womb I spent the former chasing my tomb Wondering and wishing to be a groom Here I am now, but was it too soon To think back to that afternoon Where I stumbled and found truth Whilst still in my youth Intoxicated thinking it'll soothe The pain I made myself loathe; No, I've aged and I've grown I should know, that I should own These mistakes that I've crowned, And the hatred that I've vowed To these thoughts of an entire crowd So here I am, back where I clowned My own love and heartbreak To one stupid little mistake Which led to my rebate So here I am, still stupid and young
It's been three years, I once heard poetry comes from sadness and heartbreak, but I now know it's not true. Mine came from being lost