Mattafix

Yes I am the boy,
Who once worshipped you.
As you seemed to destroy the ground beneath you.
No more am I,
A part of the cyde,
Or the boy who once worshipped you.
They don't know,
Cause they don't know you like I do,
You say you're back now and you,
You say you want me,
I don't believe you.
Cause I'm on track now.
You're in the background.