It’s just a number, that’s what they say
It’s just a number, the problem will go away
What about all of the ideas and the talent
do you guarantee they’ll meet their recipient?
You can’t experience life while still young
they will declare you insane, so bite your tongue
don’t parade around who you are and why
the only thing important right now is to stay alive.
The truth is that nobody cares, you are only a number
whether it’s age, death or time, it doesn’t matter
you will be forgotten in a moment, buried before your time
if you even think for a second that you are getting out alive
In the end, if you are twelve or seventeen
there is no difference, your fate is the same
to be a doormat, to live in a screen
until your picture is hung on the wall, in a broken frame
You are lucky if they remember you, most are not remembered
no matter how many years you have lived or how you’ve suffered
get out alive, escape, run and hide or you will be scarred
by the emotional wreckage that we call life, people, those who’ve never cared.
It’s always the idea that lives on
so leave one behind and one will belong.
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