So if I really must talk about how I am,
The truth is, I’m not okay,
I can no longer decide what day it will be,
Or what my place is in this day,
So many little things I once cherished,
It’s like I can’t even remember what they were,
A blur, all I know is that it happened.
So I guess, I’m blinded; to see what this world has to offer,
But not even feel my soul in my body,
That is the pain, I’ve been carrying for too long.
How do you let it go, like a bird from a cage?
Does anybody know, how to fight yourself,
To burn away all this pain, to see again.
In another life perhaps I would be that other girl,
Who has it all, who knows nothing,
That girl who is probably as empty as me,
But not as wild, not as lonesome as me.