If trees have grown, from the gate where I stand
I see in the garden swings and slides.
I ring with no answer, I do not wait, I rush,
I'm following the path, no vicious dog.
I'm coming home, I mean their home
I'm not staying, or just a little bit.
I'm coming into your home, as if it were mine
When it was ours last time.
If people are nice, as I will thank them,
I see in the living room pen, felts and coloring books.
If nothing has changed, everything get messed up,
I know the house, I'm getting upstairs,
And continue the trip.
If I hear screams jumping on the bed,
I open the door, I recognize myself.
The bedroom where I was, things I lived.
Little mixed race girl, with malice in her eyes,
Time takes me to what I used to be,
And if I go.
People are smiling, as I thank them,
No small coffee, I have to go.
We give some kisses, we wave to each other,
I'll wait to reach the portal before I cry.
I promise to not believe in everything that is lying to me anymore,
To not deny myself when I am in the pain,
Everything that harmed me, I'm forgiving, and then...
Surviving into sadness, so I would better see
Drunk, live with force, try to filter
Everything that I feel, childhood,
Everything in my body, without being able to explain what it is.
I promise to not believe in everything that is lying to me anymore,
To not deny myself when I am in the pain,
Everything that harmed me, I'm forgiving, and then...
Letting go my sadness, so I would better see
Drunk, live with force, try to filter
Everything that I feel, childhood,
Everything in my body, without being able to explain what it is.
I promise to not believe in everything that is lying to me anymore,
To not bore myself when I am in the pain,
Everything that harmed me, I'm forgiving, and then...
Dropping my sadness, so I would better see
Drunk, live with force, try to filter
Everything that I feel, childhood,
Everything in my body, without being able to explain what it is.