Well I think I found my voice again, after years of looking down.
I was so scared of standing still and not being found.
So as the new year rolled in with good intentions and bad news,
I was thinking of something to change.
My friends and I, were new romantics and fighters.
We had hope, we were all lost, and we were damned.
So at school when they told us what we should be,
I said “that’s fine, but I think I’ll start a band”.
And maybe we’re all down in the gutter,
But at least some of us are still looking at the stars.
And one of these days we’ll stand strong enough,
So when it’s our turn to fall, we won’t fall backwards.
Maybe this time I’ll pick myself up off the floor,
Because as it seems I can’t apply myself to anything.
Why should I wait ‘til the end of each year to grow a backbone?
When all I ever needed was a rush, to pick me up.
If I could just get this all out of my head, and into the open,
So I can breathe.
Cause I’ve been pulling out my hair, every night that I can’t sleep.
But i’ll grow strong, I’m not as sad as I used to be.
And even though I take the right pills, there’s still something inside me that feels like I don’t belong.
hearts&soulstwnetytwelve
