I
I used to be the easy days
Full of laughter and at ease
Fulfilling every wishful care
I used to aim to please
I used to be the daisies
I hid my scars away
And all the time I thought I was
The best that came my way
But all the things I used to be
The thoughts I used to think
The things I thought defined me
I washed them down the sink
Because if I'm being honest
If I speak the words of truth
I am built from all those times
That I never thought I'd get through
I am the tears that fell from my face
The feelings I used to hide
My triumphant acts of grace
And I know deep inside
If I can help another
If I can rise above
I have a place among the rest
I am someone to love
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