I don't know what happened to me
Was I really that free with my time?
Had I any idea of what I could do?
Did I know not to cross the line?

Was I really that sure of myself back then,
Did I think that I had a life?
Had I realised how much I could gain,
From staying away from the rise.

I had nothing to say but meaningless banter,
Was I close to the culture of gothic?
Could I find any reason to get myself
Away from something attrocious.

It wasn't my self that I had to blame,
It was the action of many,
I lived for a short term fantasy,
And now I don't have any.

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