7 years
• Written by MrMatrix
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Written to 7 years by Lukas Graham please leave meaningful feedback can't learn to write better if you are told you are the greatest all the time.
{Hook}
Once I was seven years old
My father told me
I'll never leave again, you won't be lonely
Once I was seven years old
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I am a product of my environment
There is no denying it growing up frightened and alone in this home
Pops was a junkie never meant it when he said he loved me
He would shove and punched me until I was bloody
Moms had to scrub the floors always treated me like a dummy
Shit seemed so crummy disheveled so the other kids would judge me
It seemed to encourage the thoughts I had of jumping off that bridge
Beatings at home always pushed me closer to that edge had to catch myself falling off
Knowing I was living on the fringe of society always discouraged me
Didn't know how to love so I just binged on emotional distress
Came off as unhinged when I said shit that was so cringy
So I sinned trying to fill the void that was unfulfilled on edge willing to kill
That type of pain was just instilled in me since birth but then I felt god interfered
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Once I was eleven years old
My mama told me
I won't do this again, need you to go, please
Once I was eleven years old
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Now It was my turn to be the man my life just began
Didn't know what the plan was just didn't want to make it to the pen
The damage was so advanced it was hard to understand what I felt
my first romance was supposed to give me a chance instead it just collapsed
That's when relapsed popping these ambients like there were tick tacs
Addiction became so rampant then I became absent felt it dampened my talents
Became a fragment felt a detachment from society
Had so much anxiety when facing the need for sobriety with a name that came with notoriety
Quietly writing these rhymes down in my diary
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Once I was twenty years old
My father wrote me
Son, I'm sorry that you never got to know me
Once I was twenty years old
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Never wanted to know you there were plenty of opportunities
We became enemies when you ran from your responsibilities
Save your apologies for my eulogize
Used to spend all daydreaming of the possibilities and activities of having a father
You had the capabilities to come to see pick up the phone and call me
Maybe it was mentalities you and mom had maybe it was all the hostilities
That's what we get praying for the hope of a person with multiple felonies
wish I had the capabilities to get rid of these tarnished memories
That pain is what makes us artists nonconformist in society
{Hook}
But soon I'll be sixty years old
And will I still hold on
To everything that happened and be so cold?
Soon I'll be sixty years old
Soon I'll be sixty years old
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MrMatrix
Member since February 29 2020