Before you came around

I remember before you were around.

My head hung, always looking to the ground.

Didn't have the confidence, lacked the motivation.

No point to anything, blank expression.

Constantly full of questions.

My voice was trapped inside my head.

Might as well have been fucking dead.

Would've gone to the station.

Had nothing left here.

But my days are brighter now.

My head looks straight forward, shoulders cocked.

All the worst memories blocked.

Thanks to you I have no more tears to shed.

The End

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