White Lies • a decade's diary

forty • september 27

I think about September 27
Back when I was a kid

When I didn't know what it meant
I just lived with what I felt

I remember the swing in the trees you made
where all bad things would fade

I remember the paintings you drew and the songs you played

I remember the day I wished you would have stayed

For me you were a painting full of color
Now it's just filled with shade

I never expected my hero would turn into a villain

Now it's 99 days full of resent
and 1 filled with "I regret"

I know you didn't do all that I blamed you for
but what you did when I was 4
it's enough for hating you 99 days and more

And still there is that 1 out of 100
where I let myself let go of the hate

On that day I wish we could share our similarities
and I could invite you to my birthday parties

We would travel around the world and I would listen to all your stories

We would sing our favourite songs
and I would say "Hey Jude ... in this world there are no wrongs"

We would have danced the dance I skipped
and you would have healed all the tears that dripped

But that 1 day passes
and another 99 follow

Because hating you is the only way it doesn't hurt

So I'm gonna hate you
paint you like the villain that you never were

Im gonna blame you
for things that you don't do

Hating you is the only way it doesn't hurt.

©️ TrueTrizz