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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