When you talk about your homelife
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 fuckingg chance and go
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