I wish I was the old me
Innocence, forgotten.
I don't know who I am.
Maybe it's the voices,
but I wish I was the same again.
I liked my young innocence.
How oblivious and cute.
Maybe it's the noise,
but my feelings seem so mute.
My innocence, minute.
No, treasure, no loot.
Innocence, forgotten.
I don't know who I am.
Maybe I'm not good enough.
My life's just one big scam.
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