old me - PB

Some days, some days, it’s hard to breathe

No tears are left to weep

The past has made me weak

No words are left to speak

And this hole in which I’m trapped

This road is far from mapped

This old me should leave

But she, but she is who I want to be

My head, my head’s against my heart

I don’t know where to start

This weight that’s on my chest

I can’t, I can’t be at my best

And I’m told I’ll be okay

Well I hope so too someday

This old me should leave

But she, but she is who I want to be

But she

But she

But she

But she

But she, but she is who I

But she

But she, but she is who I want to be