Some days
I cannot help but wonder
What I have become
They have thrown this darkness
At me and squeezed out
Every ounce of innocence from me
What have I become?
A shadow of myself?
Some days
I cannot help but wonder
What I have become
They have thrown this darkness
At me and squeezed out
Every ounce of innocence from me
What have I become?
A shadow of myself?