I wanted safety from my own mind
I wanted safety from the memories I would find
I ran away from the little girl I didn’t want to be
And the things her eyes shouldn’t have had to see
The older I get
The more I wish I could forget
Some days I am frozen with fear
Even though he isn’t even here
Learning to battle the war in my mind
And face the memories I find
I’ve rescued the little girl I didn’t want to be
Because she’s the courageous part of me
She taught me to carry on in the storm
The battles in my brain are my own kind of norm
One bad day doesn’t have to be
The definition of little me
There may have been more than one bad day
But that doesn’t mean to say
That they have all been that way
The older I get
The more I long to forget
But day by day I am learning to live on
With these memories that are so wrong