When you talk about your home life, I try to identify
With my own memories, childhood life was such a breeze
But now I'm slipping away from the boy my mother made
I'm growing on but I hold on to the days that made me fell so
Powerless and ignorant without a cent, without the sense to know
That one day I would have to try to survive and go
First time you gotta leave your home, second time you live alone
Third time you just don't know, fourth time you gotta pack your life and go
On the day my father died, I was too naive to cry
Inside I was so unclear, I always thought he's reappear
But now I'm slipping away from the lost child he made
I'm growing but I hold on to his name and to the days
Of innocence and selfishness, I find these things impossible to shake
But I won't break, until I take, take a fucking chance and go
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