Experiences are made
to become stronger
But I don't understand
why you go the other way around
Experiences makes you
a crocodile skin
but yours is too thik,
and lets no advice get in
While you lock yourself
in your jail with your thoughts
I try to understand you,
but a question keep comming to my mind
are you stuck in your past?
don't you move forward?
Your weren't the same before,
but as everything changes
You turned into a you
that I barely recognize
Some days you're talking in a way
that I'd rather not hear
You're like a sick person
that doesn't know what she says
Oh! I prefered you as you were
before he left you
I know your life is hard,
but isn't it the same for everyone?
are you stuck in your past?
don't you move forward?

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