My past loves were torturing
Desired truths was nowhere to be found
My genuine smiles and scared authentic self
Lost in the wind flowing through the pitch black ground.
I gambled every token I bought
And I lost the match where everyone laughed
When the scrumptious fate of cards had already found me
My wicked winters hasted and pushed me to the aft.
It may be lunatic to say but maybe I am glad
That I left who fooled and cheated me
Or that I fell from the aft
It made me stronger, it made me smarter
It made me find myself and love it the way it is
Waiting wasn't in the list for I thought I was content.
Now I am more than content that I get to throw out my blade and armor
Because I don't have to fight in the dark anymore
I don't have to tiptoe through the pitch black ground
Daylight had reached me; it's morning in my heart now.
