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She was
She was reckless
She was messy
She got hurt and better
She got bruised and healed
She was never stuck
Now the fire is gone
The spark has died
I’m happier now
But I miss being myself.
Oh, what I’d give
To be that imperfect girl again
She was herself
She wasn’t exactly happy
But she knew where she was going
In her life
Now I’m someone else
But happy in the moment.
But the future… It seems dark.
This isn’t my life.
Now the fire is gone
The spark has died
I’m happier now
But I miss being myself.
Oh, what I’d give
To be that imperfect girl again
She’s gone
Her funeral held long ago
When I traded my soul
Just to belong.
Just to carve myself into someone new
No, this isn’t what I wanted.
I want to start over
And rewrite my story
I'd trade it all
Just to bring back the light in her eyes
That saw the world in full color
While crying
I miss the girl I was
Who knew how to be herself
But for now I’ll just be happy
Being happy
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I feel really confused right now. I feel happier and have less anxiety than I used to, but I don't feel like myself. But at the same time, I feel more like myself than I ever have.
I definitely miss who I used to be, but I wasn't exactly happy. I don't know, I'm confused. I know who I am, but I don't. I'm happy, but I'm not.
It's hard to put into words. Ya know?