Middle Child

I know I act much older than I Am. You already told me that The second when we met. Oh, I know it's true. I'm the one who have gone through All the ways of neglection. It's my adaptation, just Immature. So I just accepted it. Said it's a misconception. Said it makes me way more idealist And crave. But what about the time when it happened? I was barely eleven. Didn't know how to tell you if it was Wrong. Someone alone in the kitchen trying to stand It. Only a little kid thinking about it being An adult. Gone. Gone, Gone, gone, Gone. Gone, gone, gone. I'm getting older now. I keep hoping now. Though the thoughts sometimes keep Me up at night. Ooh, I know the ones that are gone. And I must be older now. But I am not sure enough They could live without me. But what about the time when it happened? I was barely eleven. Didn't know how to tell you if It was wrong. Someone alone in the kitchen trying To stand it. Only little kid thinking about it Being an adult. Gone. Gone, Gone, Gone. Gone, gone, Gone. Gone, gone, gone. Gone, gone, gone. Gone, gone, gone, gone. Gone, gone, gone.