So where did all this begin?
Where did I learn that my life was a sin?
At what point did I know I was bad?
And when did I start to think I was mad?
Why did I cut myself and watch it bleed?
What is it that I obviously need?
Why can’t I remember when I was one?
Why does my past feel like it weighs a tonne?
Why can’t I remember when I was two?
And why is something trying to breakthrough?
Why Can’t I remember when I was three?
And why do I feel to men I’m a trophy?
Why can’t I remember when I was four?
When did I start to believe I’m a whore?
Why can’t I remember when I was five?
And why do I only just barely survive?
Why can’t I remember when I was six?
Why do I rely on booze for a quick fix?
Why can’t I remember when I was seven?
Why did I want to go to heaven?
Why can’t I remember when I was eight?
Why is my life still in a state?
Why can’t I remember when I was nine?
And why do I worry about my waistline?
Why can’t I remember when I was ten?
Why do I fuck all of these men?
Why can’t I remember when I was eleven?
I’ll refer you back to when I was seven
Why can’t I remember when I was twelve?
Why into my past must I delve?
Why can’t I remember when I was thirteen?
Why do I feel so fucking unclean?
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