I don’t know how
I became so pessimistic,
Once a young child full
Of hopes and dreams and now
I’m grown with grim and gory tales to tell
Of life and hurt,
Anger and pain.
I don’t know how
I became so confused
Between love and lust,
Once a young girl
Excited at giving my heart to my love
And now I’m grown my heart
I keep just for me.
I don’t know how
I became so difficult,
Once a woman who was easy to please
Who laughed and sang
And looked forward in life
And now I’m tired and sad
And only look back.
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