Growing up…you lose a little innocence.
Try as I can, the memories we have don’t make any sense.
Because I hate you…
And I love you…
Sometimes I don’t feel anything towards you at all.
Nothing at all.
There you are…
Standing so tall.
And I can’t find the strength to keep up appearances,
Whenever trauma has to call.
Close my eyes and count to ten.
Where I’m going….is not where I’ve always been.
