When candies were my biggest vice,
Used to say my mind, no disguise.
When everyone was nice I thought,
Before these prejudices I was taught.
When sleep demanded no pills ,
And mother’s kisses could heal all ills.
When heroes were real in my mind,
Far from reality, this mess entwined.
Make me six again I pray,
It was false, but just let it stay.
All this world of discord and strife,
Just bring me back from this afterlife.