There was once this boy I knew.
He had love on his lips,
but his tongue spelled deceit,
and when I tasted the poison,
it was too late.

There was once this boy I knew.
He danced with the stars
and made my heart beat to his rhythm,
but when my own tempo was found,
they didn't match.

There was once this boy I knew.
He could light up all my dark corners
with a glimpse of his smile,
but the trouble was, between us,
there were no words, nor his, nor mine.

There were once three girls I knew.
They chased lies, looks and illusions,
and craved affection like it was ******.
But they all died.

And now here I am, a blend
of all the boys I knew
and all the girls I've been,
and I'm trying to make peace
with the fact that it's just me now.

And it's starting to feel right.