I once knew a girl
Full of hope, full of joy
Refused to see a bad thing
Loved everything about life
She didn't think too much
Just went ahead and never stopped
She was fearless.
She inspired everyone around her
And exuded life
Promised never to grow up
If growing up meant losing spark
So where the hell is she?
How did I lose her along the way?
I can put her on as a mask for other people
'Cause I know that's what they want to see
But I can't wear her as my face
It doesn't hold on for too long
She feels like a fading light sometimes
Am I becoming a more intricate version of myself
Or am I losing something important?
I feel like she's being crushed when I stand up
Is it meant to happen?
My friends seem to be having a good time
Losing spark without realising it
Does acceptance come with a reward?
Because I am totally lost,
I can't find my girl
And I don't like the new me - I don't know her!
I don't want to be crushed
That's for the weak
Is that why it is so damn hard?
And maybe. Just maybe.
If we hold out for long enough,
We might stay standing...?