I was lost in a storm, I could not foresee,
I was blinded, by what could never be.

I was at the start, when my heart was torn apart,
my pieces thrown around, looking to be found.

Am I a stain, for voicing my pain?
Will I find another, who feels the same?

Trynna move once more, and find the door,
To who it is again, that I am, and who for.

What I want has changed, and that’s okay,
But never again, will I be the same,

I know I’m enough, but my heart is in pain,
What does it matter, if I’m truly insane,

This ain’t my demise, it’s my reprise.
I’ll burn bright again, I’m regaining strength,

Get your seat, in the front row,
Cause when I’m ready, ohh you’ll know.

I’m unblocking my flow, I’m so damn close,
I don’t wanna go, I’m preparing the show.

stuck in despair

Standerd