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I REMEMBER YOU BY ALAN MIRZOEV
I don’t know if I can say this right But I am so close to changing forever I might as well try.
It’s not easy to see That the world has kept changing And won’t let me keep up Nor is it easy to know That I’ve got this gaping hole Left by those that I remember
Like the toddler that had just enough Who loved to enter worlds of magic and gods And tried, for just a bit, to be a hero I still remember that boy Who was small But blind Who was smart But naïve Most of the time Who was curious and creative enough To lift his thoughts to the clouds To make him just special enough He was small and lazy But he did what he could He was innocent But a little bit selfish He was all of this So I tell him: You may be gone, but I still remember you
This isn’t what I wanted But I guess I could never avoid it Facing my flaws and shortcomings like this I thought I would change to be the same, but better But the truth is, I’m just me Someone different from those I remember
Like the boy who was the center of attention Whose brain was overflowing with ideas All and none of them his; a true artist With just enough friends to be happy So, to all of me that came before, I say: I still remember that boy Who was genius But naïve and immature Who was kind and artistic But too narcissistic Who knew something was missing But also knew he was loved And that that, alone, was enough He felt so trapped But he was sweet and alive You may be gone, but I still remember you
This isn’t what I wanted All this uncertainty, loneliness and fear The truth is, maybe I would give it all To take it all back and rewrite the ending To be happy and beautiful For the boy that I remember Who was stupid But maybe, could improve Who was broken But could learn to try To ask for help And when he feels that fear of feeling empty Would get stuck and scared Till someone comes along To get him to fight with all his might To bring back that beautiful smile That I still remember
We’re all messy But we’re kind We’re all angry But worth every minute We’re all lonely A lot of the time We are all of this But maybe we could try to fight Just a little, for our own happiness Because, to those that are gone, We will always remember you
