Chewed up, spit out, left to fend for myself

At a young age, formative trauma

I’ve become a contortion, a twisted mass of exhausted potential

I’ve become a contortion, a twisted mass of exhausted potential

Life will leave you staring at a wall, then you realize this is not the pinnacle of your success

Caught in my thoughts, forced to concede

Caught in my thoughts, forced to concede

Caught in my thoughts, forced to concede

Caught in my thoughts, forced to concede

This is the sound of shattered innocence

This is the sound of shattered innocence

I’ll bide my time and wait

I’ve lived with this pain for long enough

I can wait

For everyone to know the truth