I was sitting in the meadows
Thinking, Thinking about my past
That I watch before me close
That had all gone too fast
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My Dreaded Past
I was sitting in the meadows
Thinking, Thinking about my past
That I watch before me close
That had all gone too fast
I think about the moments
Moments I dread
Moments I can't seem to forget
Moment I have have fled
From what made me, what scarred me
I still remember
Those distant days of December
When we would play and eat
But those were the days before I had grown
Grown up, to see the cruel world
And have my mind blown