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They marked a path for him that he didn't know how to walk
They showed him the dangers he should fear
He was always the black sheep that escaped from the flock
He got lost in the bushes for wanting something more
He confused the appearances of his own God
Overflowing with a sweet bitterness in his veins
He wasted the life she gave him, playing at being older
He grew old unintentionally
Fresh blood stains the day he stopped suffering
That mother next to her son has stopped suffering
The bells of oblivion toll for him
He wasted the life she gave him, playing at being older
He grew old unintentionally
He wasted saliva to repeat words that will never see clarity
The world she built with strength and courage escapes through the window
Playing at being older, he grew old unintentionally
He wasted saliva to repeat words that will never see clarity
The world she built with strength and courage escapes through the window