I drift alone along these empty streets dreaming of a day that could be while surrounded by memories of the things that have kept me down.
I feel the weight of my past and my isolation. I was never wanted around and even when you allowed me in it was just pretend: you only did those things because you felt sorry for me.
I’m rising above the pain, the rain of tears drying as I recall the hope I once had that overwhelmed the dark feelings. I’m not the person that you always thought I was. Your impression of me will not get into my head.
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