I lost myself trying to become
Everything you wanted me to be
Now you are gone
and I am finally free

But who am I?
I don’t know
I’ve lost your directions
Unsure of where to go

The future is uncertain
I fear the unknown
How will I fare
In the world all alone?

I will slowly transform
Become the real me
The one that I
Was always meant to be

Shy girl,
Don't run out of sun;
Sky cries as you wilt,
And in the end the day's done;
There's no growing back.

It's been a while
Since the day I walked this field
Where I brought you
On our last day together
The grass haven't grown
The trees still stood tall
Everything seemed frozen in time
I know when I look down
The day, month, and year
Wont ever change
Because on that summer day
The worries disappeared
I moved on now
It seems unfair
Knowing time had stopped for you
Since I brought you here
To your peace

Scars, scars, scars
All around the stars
Scars, scars, scars
Pick up all these shards

Knock, knock, knock
******* my gut
Knock, knock, knock
Why can't you just stop?

Leave, leave, leave
Roll down your sleeves
Please
Stretch out the sheets
Leave
Wipe out the tears

"Honey dear are you alright?"

"Yes mom, I'll go back to sleep."

I woke up drenched in fear
Numb and I couldn't stand

I stared at the ceiling
Stretched my arm but didn't felt warmth

My heart dazed, my mind blank
I searched something, maybe someone
I will never find again

"When did this bed got bigger?"

I woke up drenched in fear
Now I remember, it is when you left

"This bed surely is bigger now. I should be happy."

We always argue in our space in this bed
I pushed you to the side and let you sleep in the brink.

"How am I suppose to sleep with this tiny space?"

Each day you complain
A record that plays enveloping this bed

"Can you just let it slip away? Okay? Your voice is irritating."

You argued but I am stubborn
You insisted but I am immature

"Yeah, I should be happy now."

Now that the bed got bigger
And the corners are welcoming

You said you're tired
I thought you're just tired of work

But no, you aren't tired of work
You're tired of me--childish

"God, I should stop myself from crying."

I should be happy by now
Now that the bed just got bigger
And now that I won't have to hear that record anymore

"Can you just let it slip away? Okay? Your voice is irritating."

About time I let myself come up callous and cruel,
I'll go get my shovel and bury the castle with you in it

With a stick and a pole, i'll mark it with ease
Never coming back, I'll be out in a bliss.