ain't that substantial as the thoughts were, no more.
I'm just a 5 year-old, forgotten in the shopping mall.
Find me near the guard desk: straw hat, barbie doll.
That weird sentiment comes in, I'm all alone.
How come?
all I see so far is strangers floating by.
not so certain if I need to call sos or to cry.
I reckon, since the moment I'd become an invisible child,
things are getting more chaotic and wild.
somehow being a child ghost doesn't seem permissible,
and when you're a kid you're always invisible.
5 year old
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