Refugee of Love
I was at a place where my life had nearly been ended
I said I was fine, ok but my heart really needed to be mended
Gazing every night crying as I looked at the stars
The hurt I had inside was way, much worse than scars
I tried to put on fake smiles pretending I was happy
But I couldn’t take it anymore, everything around me became sappy
People asked what’s wrong, are you ok? Do you need help?
But all I wanted was to leave this world and sit in darkness all by myself
This feeling had me wrapped up bounded I couldn’t be free
I was out of it, I was going insane. My head hurt. Did I just scream?
I didn’t see the point of my life anymore
As I beat myself up it was time for me to leave this lonely world for sure
Yes I had great happy moments and just when I thought things were fine
Boom! Surprise! Depression came right back. It was always just a matter of time
I had friends yes, but yet I was lonely
There was something which had me trapped, one thing only
When I said I was okay I was really not
And when I tried to be happy this one thing always held me back
I was tired, tired of crying, tired of being depressed, tired of this lonely prison
How could I force myself out and live my life without the piece that was missing
When I looked in the mirror I was not happy with who I see
I guess I kind of hated me
And as I was about to pull the trigger
There she came walking towards me as tears ran down my cheek like a river
And then you came and shone upon My meadow full of snow,
And saw the flowers only love could recognize and grow;
And made me feel so beautiful. I shed my cold, cold skin,
and opened up my heart to you, and, once again, I let you in.
And now, I’m a refugee, from all the depression I’ve been through.
I feel free again, and it’s all because of you.
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