You never'd guess exists,
Where who you were is something in the past,
You see could not persist,
Nor could you e'er return to it again,
You'd never be the same,
You bit an apple that gave you knowledge,
You'd need to remove a piece of your brain,
I think they call it a lobotomy,
Not a bad idea,
It's something to keep in my back pocket.
If I ever see ya,
Let me forget,
What I once could have been,
You cannot grow to your full potential,
And still feel you've got reasons for living.
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