My mind was scattered once
Paper in the wind, flight for the first time
Burning at the edge of my memory, was my only regret
Twisted and contorted I am just another product of unfortunate circumstance
A symbol of innocence defiled
Used in adolescence, I concede you
They say the grass is always greener on the other side
So won't you gaze into the depths of my dying heart?
Their sad eyes watch me turn my back to the world
I awake out of my trance with an epiphany
It was me who was wrong
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