Starry eyed as a youngster.
Believed in everything the world had to offer.
But that all changed, because people that I've known liked to change like the seasons.


They all gave me nothing to believe in.
I had to pick myself up from the pieces.
Now I always live in the moment.
Scared to hurt someone else with my jagged pieces.


Now all I know is what I feel in the moment.
They all gave me nothing to believe in.
28 and still get lost in my emotions.
Scared to let someone walk in just to walk out again.
Learned enough too, to change with the seasons.
Sometimes I revisit the closed doors.
Not by choice but to remember, they all gave me nothing to believe in.


Lost in thought, when I'm deep in my feelings.
Sometimes I have to remind myself who I am.
No matter how deep a mess you're in.
You have a choice to believe in something.
You have a choice how to live your life.
You have a choice if you'd save yourself just to survive.
Sometimes the people you know will give you nothing to believe in.
But it's up to you what you believe in.