I have struggled all my life,
struggled with who I was,
even who I am.
But for some reason tonight, I can't feel the struggle any more.

I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol rushing through my veins,
Or the fact that you are right beside me standing in the dark.
The room is pulsing, music blasting through my ears,
The night is young, and I repeatedly tell myself so am I.

Pretty young girls, dance and flirt around you,
That doubt and struggle hits me as I wonder who you like more.
Is it the girls sitting in the corner,
Chattering and smoking,
Their lives full of fun and joy,
Or is it me.
The girl dancing through the night,
Screaming her pain and anxieties away.

But then, as I scream my anxiety away,
The most amazing thing happens..
You tell me, I am the most prettiest girl in the room,
And once again, my struggles float away
And once again, we are submerged in to the darkest,
Lips colliding as I fall for you again.