These lyrics are MINE. This is MY STORY. I don't want to cut them, because I want everyone to understand what I'm saying here. If you copy them, it will be pure and simple theft. My friends, if you see these lyrics anywhere else, please tell me! Thank you all! 🙏💜 I lived my childhood in a constant fog. Stifled suffering. Absolute solitude. That’s what family lies do to you. I grew up as best I could. Fitting the mold. Trying to be perfect. Their true desires never voiced. The real stakes never said. I grew older without rebellion. Just stepping slightly outside the frame. Bad grades in high school. Report cards: very average. Shy. Immature. Doesn’t speak. But what is there to say when you don’t know who you are? When Mom isn’t there to tell you what to feel, what to love, what to hate, what to say, what to do? Do parents— immature, blind, oblivious— realize what it’s like to be their child? No. Of course not. To survive, I must be invisible. I must be bland. I must be what’s expected of me. I must not know that I’m suffering. I must not know what I’m feeling. I must not exist unless I’m perfect. A puppet. Strings pulled by others. All alone among restless teens. Lost. Inevitably. I don’t know who I am if I’m not the perfect child of perfect parents. And I grew some more. And after a few failed attempts, I found love— the real kind. Unconditional. The kind that saw my wounds, my cracks, and stayed. That held me through hellish nights. Let me cry all the tears I never knew I carried. The kind that faced my rage with courage, with kindness. No judgment. No condemnation. The kind that taught me I had the right to scream. To fight back. To want to survive— at all costs. At any price. Do immature, blind, oblivious, unaware parents realize what it’s like to be their child? No. Of course not. Of course not. Of course not. And it wreaks havoc…
