Lying on the snow white sand,
Bikini melting onto my womanly breasts in the sun,
Light a Spanish Marlboro gold with a girly, flowery clipper lighter,
Stare through the smoke,
Grey children dancing in the flames,
Rosy cheeks, brilliant smiles,
Teeth missing,
Better check under the pillow tonight,
Ignorance is bliss,
You're all unaware of the future,
Not so long ago,
I was the child dancing amongst the ashes,
I was the vision of innocence,
I had the gappy smile,
And the angelic blonde hair.
Back then,
I didn't know, what I know now,
Where did that innocence go?
Did I always have an ego?
Were my boobs always excessive?
Did the narcissism forever flood my veins like the black plague floods a village?
And the ones on the other side,
Did they grow up wanting to be spiteful?
Did they spend their childhood wanting to destroy another person?
Did they wet the bed, like me? Were they potty trained, too?
When did we stop being naive?
When did we begin to carry a burden on our backs?
When was the first time you cried over what someone else said about you?
What about hurt yourself?
What about ending yourself?
They took your innocence,
And you'll never have it back,
Watch the children play through your smoke screen,
Remember how simplistic it was.
Did you ever call someone fat? Did you apologise?
Did you ever shun someone for the sake of peer pressure?
Did you ever leak a naughty photo that wasn't meant for you?
Did you ever think about the consequences?
Hindsight is powerful,
More powerful than you and I together,
If we knew back then, what we know now,
Would we toss our innocence aside for the sake of boys, popularity, the friends we're scared of and actually loathe?
Would you take your panties off for that grotesque guy who was the first to tell you you were beautiful, when everyone else thought you were a monster?
Would you leak the nudes of a girl who confide in you, who trusted you, who wanted to make love to you?
Being young and innocent is not thinking about the consequences, because they don't matter when you're a toddler, you cut your knee, you get a plaster, your pencil blunts, you sharpen it,
But I find this ironic because despite there being a lack of innocence in the sense of purity, there's still a sense of innocence of immaturity, because nobody thinks about the consequences of what they do, say, feel, touch.
I lost the innocence of oblivion a long time ago, I'm aware, self aware, aware of what's said about me and who by,
I was always observant as a child, and now I pay the price,
Come off the beach, sit with a ice cream sprinkled with Haribo in a pathetic plastic cup, no thanks, a coca cola for me,
In that moment I will eat my ice cream,
And I will imagine that innocence again,
And then I will finish it,
And I will continue my revenge on those who stole it from me,
Because my pain leads to my success, my ego, my confidence, my fight,
I'm not innocent anymore but I'm something much stronger, I'm a fighter,
I'm the Big Girl that the Little Girl me would be proud of,
But those who abduct another's innocence,
What have you to be proud of?
Bikini melting onto my womanly breasts in the sun,
Light a Spanish Marlboro gold with a girly, flowery clipper lighter,
Stare through the smoke,
Grey children dancing in the flames,
Rosy cheeks, brilliant smiles,
Teeth missing,
Better check under the pillow tonight,
Ignorance is bliss,
You're all unaware of the future,
Not so long ago,
I was the child dancing amongst the ashes,
I was the vision of innocence,
I had the gappy smile,
And the angelic blonde hair.
Back then,
I didn't know, what I know now,
Where did that innocence go?
Did I always have an ego?
Were my boobs always excessive?
Did the narcissism forever flood my veins like the black plague floods a village?
And the ones on the other side,
Did they grow up wanting to be spiteful?
Did they spend their childhood wanting to destroy another person?
Did they wet the bed, like me? Were they potty trained, too?
When did we stop being naive?
When did we begin to carry a burden on our backs?
When was the first time you cried over what someone else said about you?
What about hurt yourself?
What about ending yourself?
They took your innocence,
And you'll never have it back,
Watch the children play through your smoke screen,
Remember how simplistic it was.
Did you ever call someone fat? Did you apologise?
Did you ever shun someone for the sake of peer pressure?
Did you ever leak a naughty photo that wasn't meant for you?
Did you ever think about the consequences?
Hindsight is powerful,
More powerful than you and I together,
If we knew back then, what we know now,
Would we toss our innocence aside for the sake of boys, popularity, the friends we're scared of and actually loathe?
Would you take your panties off for that grotesque guy who was the first to tell you you were beautiful, when everyone else thought you were a monster?
Would you leak the nudes of a girl who confide in you, who trusted you, who wanted to make love to you?
Being young and innocent is not thinking about the consequences, because they don't matter when you're a toddler, you cut your knee, you get a plaster, your pencil blunts, you sharpen it,
But I find this ironic because despite there being a lack of innocence in the sense of purity, there's still a sense of innocence of immaturity, because nobody thinks about the consequences of what they do, say, feel, touch.
I lost the innocence of oblivion a long time ago, I'm aware, self aware, aware of what's said about me and who by,
I was always observant as a child, and now I pay the price,
Come off the beach, sit with a ice cream sprinkled with Haribo in a pathetic plastic cup, no thanks, a coca cola for me,
In that moment I will eat my ice cream,
And I will imagine that innocence again,
And then I will finish it,
And I will continue my revenge on those who stole it from me,
Because my pain leads to my success, my ego, my confidence, my fight,
I'm not innocent anymore but I'm something much stronger, I'm a fighter,
I'm the Big Girl that the Little Girl me would be proud of,
But those who abduct another's innocence,
What have you to be proud of?
