We can normal, but the other hand, we also wanna be sober
we are told to write our whole life in a journal.
What does that mean when you can't focus on one simple task
going over, over, over and over again in my mind
I will hide all my pain against my mask
why can't people be nice for a little bit, and show how kind
it will be.
I have been clean from **** the drugs,
I will wake up every day thinking about suicide
I wanted no love, not even a single hugs
but that was before, and I think I am kinda smiling
I can now walk in my own shoes, I should go for miles