After the War

Forgetful

I should've looked back
Because i did keep track
Of the way i got hurt the last time
But you get forgetful in your prime
You only realise when it's too late
That you should've kept quiet and be discret
Betrayal never come from the ennemy
The hand that hurt you is always friendly
The tourments show the truth
That the calm hid from us
The reveal is so rough
Bringing nothing but hurt
But it's necessary
Like the pain in my chest
Who would voluntary
Put themself in this mess
Yet it's the tribute to growing up
A mock salute to happiness
That push you out of where you're stuck
By surrounding you with distress
So you can rise again
Move on without the train