You Don't Even Know What You Did
I was five years old
You were brushing my hair into a braid
I said I was scared to be six years old
You said don't be afraid.
I was nine years old
You were smoking a cigarette on the couch
I said people are scared of me because I'm bold
You said your personality can never slouch
I was thirteen years old
You were reading a book
I said I want to write books that can withhold
You said start writing in your notebook
I was seventeen years old
You were lying in a coffin
I said you left your family unconsoled
You said nothin
I am eighteen years old
You are watching from above
I say how can I live without you to hold
You say in the form of something you can be proud of
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