Sitting on the sidewalk, I think too heavily to smile.
My head is throbbing, and my eyes are red from crying.
It's become my trademark, my own style,
To get broken and lose hope, to lose myself for a while.
But now I'll rip out the pages of my life that don't mean anything.
I'll jam to old albums and remember how to breathe.
I'll keep those memories playing,to remind me who I was.
I'll finally dance in front of the mirror, if only just because.