"Me" by: Elizabeth Gautreaux
the me i used to be
isn’t the actual me
now I’m beginning to see
and i owe it all to he
he treats me right
we talk all day and night
when he compliments me
i try not to fight
most of the time
i tend to disagree
with everything he tells me
i don’t know how he sees
what he sees in me
i guess these things were hiding
or buried in lies and
i been told otherwise
now i begun to realize
he makes me smile
instead of cry
i feel wise
it all started with a look in his eyes
now i see
there is a point to life
time to make history
he got me holding back
got me staying out of trouble
it puts me in shock
how could it not
thats not how i used to be
but how i used to be
i guess wasn’t really me
now all i can be
is strong because of he
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