Whitewash

Reflecting on the century
Born into silence, shattered at age five
Reflecting on the century
too little too much, I am overwhelmed

I’ve changed for the better
I’ve changed for the worse
it’s a whitewash

Ignored my prophecies
the expectation absorbed me
Ignored my prophecies
seeing you made it all worthwhile

I’ve changed for the better
I’ve changed for the worse
it’s a whitewash

On the verge of rebirth
On the verge of a breakdown
Stole my...
stole my creativity

It’s a whitewash

The End

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