Lost but not forgotten

Flat-line in my mind. Writing rhymes the only way to hold my emotions in.

People around me committing sin after sin. Every night prayin' that if I die tonight

god would let me in. writing these lines eases my mind. Helps me to stop the crying and stand up

like the soldier I was raised to be. Mama was sixteen when she had me.

And dad,well it seems he forgot about me. By age 6 I knew my dad was a bum.

I knew my dad was scum. If he was to even try to reach out to me today I'd spit on his face.

And walk away. I had enough people who helped raise me on the daily that I didn't need him anyway.

He could have chose to stay but he walked away anyway.

I had a mom who loved me no matter what. I was raised to be tough and if I fell I was supposed to

pick myself up and dust shoulders off. Taught to never be soft. And if you wanted to cry never

show it.

(hook)

I'm lost but not forgotten, I'm gonna go from the bottom to the top and I'll never stop.

They're lost but not forgotten,I'm gonna remember everyone who were there for me since day one.

We're lost but not forgotten I'll make sure people remember us while we're six feet underground

and our corpses are rotting. Lost but never forgotten.