When I was younger
I told myself I would be ok
That I would be different
And that I would never want to walk away

When I was younger
I smiled with such freedom
I laughed with such ease
Now I find myself doing those things just to please

When I was younger
I held everyone so close
Knowing they wouldn’t turns their backs on me
But to soon, I was handed a dose of reality

Now, I wish I could go back
I wish I could warn myself of all the pain to come
The struggles that would soon start to drag me down
The doubts of where every word came from

I can’t go back though
I have to settle with dreaming of if it would have changed anything
And it kills me not to know

I’m struggling to find the strength to regain the freedom of my childhood
In my heart, I know that child is dead and gone
But a voice in the back of my head keeps telling me that child is just buried and misunderstood

Now that I’m older
I see myself in a different way
I see the sadness behind my glass eyes
I see the crack in my smile as I look away
I see this thing that surrounds me and my rage forces me to cry

I’m struggling to find the strength to regain the freedom of my childhood
In my heart, I know that child is dead and gone
But a voice in the back of my head keeps telling me that child is just buried and misunderstood