achild i was with a mind of my own
you came and snached it i just havent grown
left in me in gutter yup thats where ive been thrown
your heart so dark so cold like a piece of stone
how could you do that to your own
aching flesh and bone
that house we live in, fading in thee unknown
still stuck in the age seven, i just havent grown
rocking myself, scratching i feel so alone
hypocoristic , narcissistic, pessimistic, you wear like your fav cologne