I wriggle through my memories like a worm in dirt
Trying to calculate their worth
I want to feel at home here
I would love for things to be crystal clear
But everything’s so muddy
If I am a worm you must be a child
Were all of your experiments worthwhile
I want to hide return to the wild
Safer out there than with you man child
I wince at memories that are definitely mine but feel like they’re not
When you cut me in pieces did you think that I’d wither and rot?
I want to feel whole
I would love for the pieces to grow
But everything’s so muddy
If I am a worm you must be a child
Were my experiences not worthwhile
Doesn’t matter to you throw me away with a smile
Okay that greats I’m done with your games man child
Back in the dirt now wriggling around
I see my friends parts of my past self
Here we all are onward together we march
Facing the truth shining like stars
Because I’m not a worm but I was a child
Experiments experienced all the same worthwhile
One important lesson I learned out in the wild
Is that I’d rather be a worm than anything like you man child
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