Grew up compared to my brother
Knowing I'll never be like the others
Grew up with hate from my mother
Thinking that living means to suffer
Alone like I'm used to
Let go, you don't care anyway, do you?
Maybe when death will arrive
You wish to rewind
But would you love your child this time?
Would you comfort him, when he cries?
Haven't heard a word from you since I'm eighteen
Haven't seen you sober since I'm fifteen
Haven't felt love from you since I'm thirteen
Trauma and I'm losing my mind
Now I'm nineteen
Alone like I'm used to
Let go, you don't care anyway, do you?
Maybe when death will arrive
You wish to rewind
But would you love your child this time?
Would you comfort him, when he cries?
Maybe when death will arrive
You wish to rewind
