I was to young to know
I was to young to know what motives you had behind you I was too small to see the shadows to yong to hear the malicious intent behind your words You held my trust
like it was yours to keep a fragile thing I was You spoke in half truths that were field with riddles.
painted the world in your colors, making the innocent, out to be the villains Years later, clarity came not as a roar, but a quiet breaking a puzzle coming undone.
The things you did, the things you didn't they echo now like wave crashing onto the shore now I grade my soul to help me with the chaos you created but Still, I rise from the ruins you left, not to seek revenge but to reclaim the truth. You may have shaped my past, but you don't get to own my future. Or see a future with me and you Not anymore.
