It's like, hard to forget.

I don't even know where to start.

I fucked my life up, DIY style.
I won't share, it's way too dull.
No one understands how tough it is to make my life worthwhile.
Not like I was born a happy child,
But through d years, I learnt to let things pass with a smile.

To you Boy, don't call me your baby;
I know, you know, somehow, we're just not meant to be.
There're words unspoken, forces unseen.
All I need from you is to promise me one thing.
Help me; Dont hold me when I go.