She sees a soul trapped in a body with self worth issues.
I kept searching for you. To talk to you about how my day went.
You could’ve loved her for everything she had to offer, instead you turned her cold.
I’m a survivor. I let myself heal. I’m a strong person. I’ve always been.
The people I would’ve cherished forever, didn’t consider to recall.
She rose from the ashes to become the kindest of human being.
Looked for someone to mend my broken wing.
Tearing every day and night, questioning myself, I lost the happy me somewhere.
Broken stars craving the embrace of the dark. People begging for the sake of their heart.