back to the childhood dreams
it wasn't as gold as it seems.
friends talking about mysts
and then cutting my wrists.
they laughed at people's curiosity
while trynna reach every corner of the city.
hopefully to find a rumour to spread,
not a single mind left in regret.
a child once happy was losing it,
questioned why it didn't fit in.
and nobody could see the fear,
nobody noticed the kid sitting near.
it's too late, the child won't change,
its hands were shaking in any stage.
a shadow close around back then
caused a life in a dead end.
when it left everything it had,
the words "see you" met the earth,
don't worry and don't be sad,
goodbye isn't something to be afraid.
