Wasn't it just yesterday?
I can still feel the pains on my limbs;
As I fight to stand and crawl and fall
How old I'm today?
All my innocence gone
How old I'm today?
How come my storms are done?
So short the way
That was so long
So short the path
I felt undone.
Time deceives
It deceives everyone.
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