Forgetting you was a feeling I had never felt before.
It was like the feeling you get when the bell rings
on the last day of Senior Year.
Like the first day of spring time.
Like the smell of fresh cut grass on a Saturday morning.
Like the first breath of air you take when you swim up
from the deep end of the pool.
But it also felt like the sadness of realizing you finished another
chapter of your life. Senior Year was over.
You'd never see those people ever again.
It was like realizing spring time meant allergies and these next
2 months would be painful.
Like wondering why am I up early enough to smell the
cut grass on a Saturday morning.
Like the pain you feel when you get all the way to the bottom of
the swimming pool and feel this dying need to take a breath.
But you're so far from air you think you'll never make it.
Forgetting you was so relieving yet so painful at the same time.
And you'll forever be the one who first made me feel this way.

Much like a puppet on a string,
I let you tell me what to do.
How I moved, what I said,
were all controlled by you.

You painted a smile upon my face
so all who looked who would see
that we lived our lives together,
in perfect harmony.

But wood is not my favourit look
and so I cut the strings.
I wanted to walk all by myself
and longed to spread my wings.

And now the smile's not painted on,
but genuine, warm and true.
I stand up tall on my own two feet
and none of it's down to you