Childhood
In the year two-thousand one
I knew my childhood was done
I feel it every night
Like my hearts forever tight.
It’s the year two-thousand four
And my life’s walking out the door
I feel it every day
It fills me every way
I wish I could be
Strong as a tree
I wish I could cope
Be filled with hope
I spend my time thinking
The rest spend it talking, laughing
In April I was sad
In September I was mad
November came
Despair had taken claim
Three of them have passed
For how long can the last one last
I know I’m acting weird
But in November it will be three years since I teared.
Now I’m just rambling on
But my happiness is gone.
I feel it every night
I just don’t feel right
I feel it every day
There is nothing left to say.
Author notes
Thats the story of my life
Written February 21st, 2005
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