There’s an enemy in me and I wonder who’s gonna win... Me or me?
Because me just wants to take a giant eraser and rub out everything starting with me.
But then I hear me say “Forgiveness doesn’t mean it didn’t happen, it just means it isn’t happening.”
And then I ask me, why I should I give me a gift me doesn’t deserve.
To be honest skeletons inside my closet keep complaining cause it’s crowded.
I told them to shut up and make some more room for me, I’m trying to hide too!
Because this dude in the mirror keeps trying to kill me and I can’t blame him.
All the things did, and all the things I didn’t, and all the things I wish I did I wish there was forgiveness.
But the only thing I wish now is that I was never even born.
Even though I still believe in the me in me he just needs to be reborn.
He needs freedom from rewind. The past is over, won’t exist, the kid’s in prison is his mind.
He needs to let it go. Because it’s hard to convince anyone to love us if we don’t do it first.
So why not give yourself a gift that only can? Because once you forgive yourself no one can take you away.
Because it’s freedom only you can do. For you by you.
Alone in his room, the walls became monsters boxing him in on every side. Whenever he tried to escape from one wall, another stood in his way; his vision was cornered. Finally, looking out of his window, he finds his escape.
Leaping from the frame, the cold hits him harder than the ground does, but it’s not as hard as the rain falling from his eyes. Looking up to the stars glowing in the pitch black of night, he asks, “How do dreams come true? And... When are mine coming to me? They’re taking too long, and I think they may have gotten lost somewhere. Please Stars, if you ever find my dreams, will you tell them where I am?"
The next morning he ran to his mother and asked, "Why did you lie to me!? Why did you lie to me!? You told me dreams come true, but they don't!"
"Who told you dreams don't come true?!" she replied.
The little boy looked up and said, "Dreams don't come to us, we have to go to them, and as we get there, we come true. We will never find ourselves until we find them."
"Who told you that?" She asked.
The little boy smiled up at her and said, "My dreams told me so, let’s go!”