(before i write this theme
i need to let my feelings out
so if this sounds a little rushed
i apologize throughout)

i’ll never be myself again
i find with discontent
it took a burning cigarette
to make me realize that

to me, i’ve never really grown
to you, i’ve never left
but in my mind i’m far away
a victim of the flesh

i wish i could go back there
in a time machine of sorts
and cherish all the gloomy days
of childish cohorts

the blood that saps my spinning web
will not be worthy yet
until it spills ten years ago
in childhood vignette