I stand tall,
and behind me is all
that I went through,
everything I survived,
but wasn’t meant to.
Behind me, all the shadows of the ones I knew,
and me and you,
and what we used to be,
believing in the lie that we were free.
And all those people, who wanted to break me,
who tried their best,
but couldn’t even shake me.
And all the ones who hurt me
with the lies that they would never desert me.
They’re all behind me now,
left in an old, wrecked battleground,
refusing to accept, what goes around comes around.
And while I’m fighting new battles,
they’re still in the aftermath of that battle,
with me,
the one they lost,
the one that counted the most.
You’re living in the past, I’m looking in the future,
I have long forgotten that behind me lies a dreary picture.