Who do I miss but the girl I never was?
The one who wanted to write stories filled with knights?
Where is the smile I know she holds?
Tucked away since her fears have started to unfold?
What do I miss but the simple gestures in life?
The flowers and showers?
What would I give to make things right?
To cut out the damange and give our love light?
How do I find what never was?
Free fall into a pit of uncertainty?
Where the odds are stacked?
How can I shed the girl I am?
The one that none would miss?
Who cannot stand to see herself?
Let alone look anyone in the eye anymore?
How can it be I no longer hold respect for myself?
That I can no longer find a ounce to love?
what lengths would I go?
To kill this hollow, weakling?
What can I say?
That I miss the girl I never was?
The one who could smile at her reflection with sincerity?