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The world around me hurt Darkened by despair My mind was full of dirt So I didn’t care The dirt was piled high Covering my eyes I was blind I was blind But now that my past self lies in his grave The new me comes out of the womb Now that what I was is dead I can bloom The world was full of pain I cared about mine My life was full of rain Only in my mind The rain started a flood Mattered more than blood I was sick I was sick But now that my past self lies in his grave Trapped safely locked away his tomb Now that what I was is dead I can bloom My life was going great I could have had fun If not for all my hate Burning like the sun Burning so hard and bright Blocking what was right I was mad I was mad But now that my past self lies in his grave The new me comes out of the womb Now that what I was is dead I can bloom I can bloom
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
Bloom
The world around me hurt Darkened by despair My mind was full of dirt So I didn’t care The dirt was piled high Covering my eyes I was blind I was blind But now that my past self lies in his grave The new me comes out of the womb Now that what I was is dead I can bloom The world was full of pain I cared about mine My life was full of rain Only in my mind The rain started a flood Mattered more than blood I was sick I was sick But now that my past self lies in his grave Trapped safely locked away his tomb Now that what I was is dead I can bloom My life was going great I could have had fun If not for all my hate Burning like the sun Burning so hard and bright Blocking what was right I was mad I was mad But now that my past self lies in his grave The new me comes out of the womb Now that what I was is dead I can bloom I can bloom
This album is called Matt in the Hat. Why? Well, before I called myself Maddie, I was Matt, and I wore a hat with a daffodil in it as a reminder that I was not the bad person that I used to be. This song started off as a silly idea, with the flower representing my new self blooming, and the bad stuff being represented by what makes a flower grow, to show that they both hindered me and allowed me to transform. I thought it would be a stupid little song, but what I ended up with I like a lot.
#love#regret#flowers#past#flower#changing#bloom
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
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