Self inflicted
The pain has been growing up
No medecine for what I have
Many nights to sort things out
Down and out you start grieving
The loss of your early days skin
But for now no happy ending
Sleep well by getting rid of
All the childish things Vincent is afraid of
Sleep well by getting rid of
All the childish things we are all afraid of
We can't go back, gotta admit it
I see myself, end up smiling
This is how I have been learning

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