Rewind

Grew up compared to my brother Knowing I'll never be like the others Grew up with hate from my mother Thinking that living means to suffer Alone like I'm used to Let go, you don't care anyway, do you? Maybe when death will arrive You wish to rewind But would you love your child this time? Would you comfort him, when he cries? Haven't heard a word from you since I'm eighteen Haven't seen you sober since I'm fifteen Haven't felt love from you since I'm thirteen Trauma and I'm losing my mind Now I'm nineteen Alone like I'm used to Let go, you don't care anyway, do you? Maybe when death will arrive You wish to rewind But would you love your child this time? Would you comfort him, when he cries? Maybe when death will arrive You wish to rewind