sometimes i miss that sweet boy
who wanted to be a superhero
who saved my day, everyday
now i don't even know him anymore
living in a twisted reality where
that sweet gentle boy is a villain
and a bad villain, which is even worst
When I'm lost in my head, When there's that fog in my mind, I need to remember who I am. So I hold my mother and cry, Hoping some ...
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