(06) the nature of growing up

it was all the same - the nature of growing up...the nature that he had enough of. no one would ever seem the same. she could say she loved him, but she didn't have the time to heal all the hidden pain so he lost himself in the ocean that was love and told us all about that great message from up above while discarding the distance to the sun. what are you supposed to say when your memories have been erased? i'm not the way you remember me. time has changed.

supper's on the table, getting cold. go ahead and judge me from the paper i can't seem to fold. this writing makes you think i'm trying to hide, but i can only watch as you quickly pass me by. somewhere in the darkest nights, my sense of fear was compromised. all of this will be surpassed. there will be no truth in what was said as long as you forget the things you have read.