Admitting it to myself
Is the hardest part
Like tearing off a band-aid
I’m not ready to be judged

What fearless lion
I used to be
Those words ring
True to me
Used to be, used to be
I say it like
I’m no longer me

I remember my past
Like I was a
Living life without fears
Accepting every opportunity
And every twist of fate

Used to be.
I know it’s wrong and
I know it’s right
I used to be something else.
I used to be a woman who
Didn’t have to worry about dying
No one to leave behind and
Nothing to carry forward

I used to think
Not that life was meaningless
But that living meant being ready to die
And the hard part to admit is
I still believe this
But I’m no longer ready
To say goodbye

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