You started molding yourself to him
And let all your original particles creep away.
Chances of regaining that girl back seem slim
But not if you work at it every single day.
Remember that first dream you wanted?
The one you dreamed of when you were 12?
His footsteps left that and all other dreams haunted
So drenched in him, you even lost yourself.
Do you remember when she called you pretty?
Sleep deprived, no make-up, and hung over?
You finally believed it, though you felt shitty
And still, your heart grew colder.
Which night was it that you went wandering?
When the beating in your heart began to deplete?
The night when evil voices in your mind began whispering
“You will never, ever overcome this defeat.”
Do you know why you became so easily attached?
Why his hold was stronger than your own?
At the time, he probably seemed like a great catch
Because his so-called “love” was all you had ever known.
What is the definition of being treated right?
Of being luved unconditionally and purely?
Some people say it’s persevering and putting up a fight
I say it really just depends on your own theory.
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