Traumatized by adulthood
Paralyzed from growth
We would never be exposed
Agreed under an oath
Our abundance of memories
Cracked up like a stone
Indicating misery
The essence of my tone
As my limbs grow weary
I reflect on the past
As my power fades
I wish my innocence would last
All my paths are bound to cross
There's nothing left to save
Now I lay me down to rest
In my stone cold grave