Many days did I wish I died
But I just sat and cried
Although I knew I tried
I still lived out of spite

I am not the girl I was before
This is what scares me to my core
I'm afraid of what I cannot see
Frightened of what's inside me

Different ideas go through my mind
Other ways I could change past events
So many, each one one of a kind
Hoping the flux of stories never ends

And on who's with me it depends
If I die young or old, happy or sad
One day doesn't make a whole life bad
But it still can make me mad

Lost a part of me, gained a new one
I still mourn on what now is gone
What is forgotten or on the run
And at the memory I become undone