It is 10:18 at night
I think I remember what it was like
Sometimes when it's late and I'm alone
I remember what it was like
Not the actual feelings, I can never go back to that state
But I get a metallic taste on my tongue
The taste from where the bobby pin used to sit
You see, I used to be sad
I'm not sad anymore
I'm alive
I feel emotions rushing through my body now, not just my head
I see colors other than the blue of the sad and the pink of the skin
I listen to happier music
I laugh harder
I feel lighter
I forget completely what it was like
Save for nights when I am all alone
It is 10:24 at night
I think I remember what it was like