I sat down and thought, "When did I become me?"
"When did I stop trying so hard?" "When was able to just be?"
Because growing up is hard, that's a lesson I've had to learn,
It's taught me how to believe, to love, to discern.
But if I had to guess a true turning point in my plan,
I would say it was the day I learned I couldn't be defined by any man.
A boy taught me that if I have to work for love, it's probably not right
Because real love believes that you're worth it - it shouldn't be a fight.
That made me grow up - that made me, me
It weirdly granted me confidence, and the ability to truly see.
I saw that situation as winter and I felt trapped by the snow,
It was winter because of the pain, but that pain made me grow.