(this.is.not.a.song.just.a.poem.with.a.chorus.)

Face the truth, Girl; accept reality.
Yeah, you were nothing, but only to a nobody.
You took every blow and kept your head held high,
but this chapter’s over; don’t focus on the why.

Just find a fresh page; grab a new pen.
Rewrite the sky of the town that you’re in.
Cue the music; you’re the new heroine.
Cause this is not permanent.
No- it’s not permanent.

Escape your prison, Girl, but use your own key.
Yeah, you were trapped but only temporarily.
You built your own walls; now take your precious time,
to watch your tears fall and all of your priorities realign.

Then grab a new canvas; find a fresh brush.
Repaint the smile of the woman that you used to love.
Choose new lyrics; you’re your own heroine.
Cause this is not permanent.
No- it’s not permanent.

Clear eyes always see the world differently.
Broken hearts never piece together perfectly.
My advice, no disguise, no secret:
the pain’s not permanent.

Go on and find a fresh page; grab a new pen.
Rewrite the sky of the town that you’re in.
Then grab a new canvas; find a fresh brush.
Repaint the smile of the woman that you used to love.
Choose new lyrics; you’re your own heroine.
Cause this is not permanent.
No- it’s not permanent.

11.22.16