A million pleas just to get better

Ten years, same old long sleeved sweater

But she’s changed in such a short blur

And I’m wishing you could see her


Band aids line my healing heart

And I’ve got too many scars

From all the times I fell apart

I held on to wishing on stars


This is the girl that I wanted to be

Open my heart to the world, then they’ll see

I’m more than just fear and anxiety

Never thought I’d ever feel free


Sober now, I’m finally trying

Done with all the stupid lying

And I think it’s perfect timing

Never again have to worry about dying


Fell so hard but I got back on my feet

Loving myself is such a pretty treat

Finally, I can say that life is sweet

No more black cats crossing the street

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