And she took some tiny steps
to love herself.
Slowly whirling toward the rainbow,
a light guide to her greatest love.
With colors like no other.
Enjoying her journey,
a wildflower embracing herself.
Growing wherever she chooses,
in the stillness of the stars and the rhythm of the breeze.
Wind and pain,
sunshine and rain,
A velvety night,
a meadow in the sky.
And she took some more steps
to love herself.
She doesn’t have a name,
she’s a wildflower dancing free.

my friend nostalgia is a liar
their lies keep me up at night
and I think about the memories;
nostalgia says they were better than they seemed
so I'm longing for the past again
but that's the problem
it's nothing more but lies

here's another big problem I have with nostalgia
they never remember me about the imperfections;
the not so pretty parts about you and me
when I wish they would;
because maybe then
I wouldn't long for the past in the way I do now

oh, nostalgia, darling
i don't want to be your friend anymore
but i'll write this last love letter about you