Who I Was, Who I Am
I am
Not the person I thought I'd be
I look in the mirror and question what I see
Because I used to think I would never be much
That no matter what I do it'd never be enough
I used to be bound by the chains of stress
And if I'm being honest, my life was a mess
Now every morning, I ask myself why
I'm not the person I thought I'd to be
Because, like a bird in the sky,
I am happy and free
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