Passing by an old brick building on a slow road I almost laugh to think the last time I was there, I thought I’d found who I was supposed to be When I barely knew how to do anything more Than stay quiet and stay out of everyone’s way.
I told my old soul sisters I’d see them soon But I haven’t seen those pieces of my heart in a while. Back then lies went down easy with a smile And I didn’t know when everything would change Because all the other new beginnings I prayed for All too quickly became the worst things I could imagine.
It nearly broke me to know tragedy like the back of my hand, But every story has its perfect ending and the last days Were truly (almost) everything they should have been.
Looking back now I felt like I was flying through clouds Even when all I wanted was to let myself scream again.
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