I just can't believe
Who I used to be
And who I am now
I'm so misguided and alone now
What the hell happened to me
I remember when I was skinny
I remember when I was pretty
When I was happy and unafraid to leave
Now these four walls surround me
And I'm scared of every little thing
I cry myself to sleep
Because there's no one to comfort me
I can't think of who I was
And I can't think of who I am
It makes me want to cry
All my dreams were destroyed
Now I live one big lie
I don't like who I've become at all
I used to be able to stand myself
Now I can't even look in the mirror
I guess living is an end in itself
I remember when I was skinny
I remember when I was pretty
When I was happy and unafraid to leave
Now these four walls surround me
And I'm scared of every little thing
I cry myself to sleep
Because there's no one to comfort me
I just can't believe
Who I used to be
And who I am now
I'm so misguided and alone now
So what the hell happened to me
YOU ARE READING
Metanoia
PuisiMetanoia: [Noun] Change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion. Poems, songs, and the occasional letter.
