I just want to know why.
Why is it that you’ve done this, as I lie, the vision is clear of what I shall believe. You teach me, I listen.
The words you speak, they all make sense. Except for you.
What you’ve shown me, the music, the books, the love. So intriguing, so thoughtful.
Thoughts that fuel my mind, yet they kill more than anything.
I know that I’m just a product of your rebellion. That beautiful life ahead.
The picture I sketched in my head, my mind soars but I have hit my limit.
These thoughts, your thoughts, they are not mine, they will not reproduce.
My sense of right and wrong is blurred because of you.
Because of you I will walk my own path.
This damage, his sorrow, this pain, was all caused from you.
You made me fall, never again.
All this is because of you.
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