He tried to reinvent himself in a new city
Tried to smile more and be a better person
Because maybe then he'll draw less attention
And figure out how to deal with the depression
But here was worse cos instead he got affection
He didn't need that it brings out his aggression
You can't blame him though he had a bad past
And he knew the hugs and kisses wouldn't last
So what'd he do? He ran he ran fast
Cos the memories were too much to handle
So he found a new home and called it cradle
And he liked it there, the people were bearable
All minded their business and it was cool
He made new friends and started to smile again
He knew if he lost em he wouldn't cry again
Loss was inevitable, he took that statement to heart
And stopped trying to find something then have it ripped apart
Because he fit found out that he was alright.
Itz Anjola
