When I was about fifteen I decided that I was a bad person
It was the only thing that made sense for my treatment
And ever since I tried to repent for what I couldn’t remember doing
Putting felonies on misdemeanors and sentencing myself to a life of stealth
Hiding as to not cause jest
It’s left me weak and battering in the wind as it whistles between the holes you left me
Don’t look into the past is screamed and it’s finally become clear
That you just didn’t want me to look back and find
That I was normal.
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