Poem – about how sometimes we are harder on ourselves than anyone else can ever be.
A hand rubs away a tear about to fall
A back gets a little straighter, prepares to stand tall
The fear burning inside, makes the sweat begin to flow
A head starts to pound, too full of thoughts from long ago
She wonders where to go from here
She wonders where to go
Its time to go
The scars can never heal, the tissue far too sore
The bottles far too empty, the room is far to cheap
Her mouths a little dry
From the promises she didn’t keep.
She wonders where to go from here
She wonders where to go
Its time to go
Her blonde hairs a little darker now, the roots begin to show
The leather jacket a little older now, retro all to go
The music keeps playing the same old song
One she used to know
She wonders where to go from here
she wonders where to go
Its time to go
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