Chronicles.

So young, you little boy

You used to smile a lot

You use to run, you seemed to fly

Melodies were about singing, not about crying

You couldn't smell fear, or pain, or any of this

Then he showed up, he drown your mind

He came with a costume, he sounded like happiness.

You'd never know, nobody would

You choose they hard way, you choose to tie you in his feets

Then realized, how wrong it was

Raindrops are now mixed up with tears.