When I was barely three I was told what to think.
Now I know everything worth not remembering.
So when I turned seven years I had irrational fears.
One hundred forty four thousand tears fell in those seven years.
When I was ten and four I begged your God for more.
He gave me apple cores from trees not seen before.
So when I turned ten and five I wandered from the hive.
Then half of my soul arrived.
You made me feel alive.
So pay attention because I'm wasting away.
And I have dug those memories out so many times,
but you keep digging yourself back inside my mind.
Inside my mind. Inside my mind.