WRONG FORMAT [Intro – spoken, calm] This question. I hate this question. I simply don't remember. [Verse 1 – fast spoken rap] What am I supposed to tell you when there is nothing there? Why is this important? Why should it explain something? Why doesn't anyone ask why I don't remember? You're asking the wrong question. I don't have the right answer. Not because I won't give it. I simply don't have it. [Pre-Chorus – spoken, building] I don't fit this question. This question doesn't fit me. No access. No connection. And still you want an answer. [Chorus – shouted, not sung] I DON'T REMEMBER! WHY ISN'T THAT ENOUGH?! I DON'T REMEMBER! WRONG FORMAT! YOU WANT AN ANSWER! I DON'T HAVE ONE! AND STILL YOU EXPECT ME TO REMEMBER! [Verse 2 – rapid spoken rap] If I have memories, if that's what they are, they came from other people. Christmas. Birthdays. Same stories. Over and over. Year after year. Again. Again. Again. A long, drawn-out brainwashing. Other people's memories. Making them mine. Maybe that's how it happened. Maybe it wasn't. I don't know. [Chorus – shouted, not sung] I DON'T REMEMBER! WHY ISN'T THAT ENOUGH?! I CAN'T GIVE YOU WHAT ISN'T THERE! WRONG FORMAT! [Bridge – spoken, almost whispered] And then comes the fear. Maybe it's protection. Maybe it isn't. I don't know. And that's exactly what scares me. [Verse 3 – very fast spoken rap] Latchkey kid. Microwave dinner. Homework checked at night. At least I think that's how it happened. Function. Obey. Rules. Break them. Get punished. Emotionally. Physically. [Break – spoken, dry] I have to laugh. For a long time I thought my upbringing was strict but loving. [Final Chorus – shouted, raw] I DON'T REMEMBER! BUT I DON'T FORGET EITHER! I DON'T KNOW WHAT BELONGS TO ME! WRONG FORMAT! NO ANSWER! NO ACCESS! NO CONNECTION! [Outro – spoken, calm] The first ten years of my life are fragments. A few images. A few feelings. A few stories. Most of it I only know from other people's stories. And sometimes I wonder— am I remembering or am I remembering what I was told? [Pause] This question. I hate this question. [Final hit – shouted] WRONG FORMAT.
