Lost
I used to think that I'd lose myself
If you ever went away.
I could walk and breathe life,
And yet I'd also fade.
I didn't want to feel alone,
And all alone I'd always be.
That's what upset me the most,
But of course you didn't see.
My dependence was obvious,
And I was always scared.
You knew it and abused it,
And now that much is clear.
What I thought was love truly wasn't;
I didn't know that then.
But, since you've been gone,
I'm doing better than I've ever been.
Isn't it ironic?
We both thought you held the key.
You hated the pressure;
I expected a dream.
Looking back, I now understand
Why you needed to go.
Our dreams began to clash,
And I needed one for my own.
That is why I'm thankful
That you made me lose myself
Because, in the process,
I was finally found.
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