They killed the joy and named it protectiveness Little did they know, it resulted into me being a mess The way the best parts were always missed Feels like I've been hit by ton of bricks Memories of being judged so hard For something I've never done so far Strange how I never used to fit in Turns out I just wasn't allowed to do a thing
The pain exists But look in the mirror, dear What happened was past, The future' is never clear You can't change what happened to you, But you can change how you perceive the view Remembering the past can be sweet for many But the one who stays in its pain Feels nothing but envy... Take Good Care Of Yourself Buddy...