It Wasn't The End
I used to think it was the end,
That I was all alone
Without even a friend.
I wondered how some people sat on a throne,
While I went about
With my head down,
Wanting to shout
With nothing to show but a frown.
I used to think it was the end,
Until one day,
When I met my best friend,
The skys would no longer be grey.
She gave me a whole new look on life,
I got a feeling I'd never felt,
I wasn't being stabbed with a knife,
The love made me melt.
I used to think it was the end,
When instead it was the start.
I finally could extend,
And for once I knew I had a heart.
I was reborn,
This was my second chance,
I would no longer be torn
I was finally ready to dance.
I used to think it was the end.
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