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Unlike Times In Childhood

It used to be so simple,
I was so used to being happy,
Unlike times in childhood,
Things where finely in place,
Pretty soon I had stopped believing,
That I couldn’t be loved.

Upon ponder perhaps because I had felt loved,
It was so easy to be so simple,
I had found joy in believing,
In the intoxication of being happy,
Finding in life finely my place,
Unlike times in childhood.

Unlike times in childhood,
When I felt I couldn’t be loved,
Where I never had a place,
That things where so simple,
Or that made me happy,
It was good to be "believing" .

But as it is and always was - "Believing",
Unlike times in childhood,
Was a child's dream of being happy,
Because he was never loved,
And life is never really ever simple,
In this casting performance I have no place.

Now life itself is just - out of place,
And the things that I'm believing,
Aren't really that simple,
Unlike times of childhood,
When I denied to be loved,
Thumbing the road pretending to be happy.

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