Ive been finding bits and pieces of myself lately in others.
Ive spent so many nights building refuge underneath these covers.
And for a second i had thought that i found happiness in wealth.
But all i really needed was the opportunity to love myself.
Ive broken a few hearts; one of which broke alongside mine.
I should've picked up on the signs, instead of misusing all that time.
But i needed to be on my own and reevaluate my goals.
Although cliché it was time for me to do what I've been told.