wandersam

You Know the words that I write

And a soul that just bleeds

But you don't know me.

You think that I'm the one

Who'll turn blind eyes away

From the bullshit you're selling

To buy a new day

But you don't know me.

I see you, now, you know

In Technicolor bright

And karma has a way

Of bringing things to light

You think because I'm darkness

I'm the villain in the tale

What you fail to understand is

I'm the balance in the scale

So just Know now that I'm watching

And know now that I see

And Know you thought you did, but

You never did Know me.

That most days I don't recognize me

That these shoes and this apron

That place and its patrons

Have taken more than I gave them

It's not easy to know

I'm not anything like I used be, although it's true

I was never attention's sweet center

I still remember that girl

She's imperfect, but she tries

She is good, but she lies

She is hard on herself

She is broken and won't ask for help

She is messy, but she's kind

She is lonely most of the time

She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie

She is gone, but she used to be mine

It's not what I asked for

Sometimes life just slips in through a back door

And carves out a person and makes you believe it's all true

And now I've got you

And you're not what I asked for

If I'm honest, I know I would give it all back

For a chance to start over and rewrite an ending or two

For the girl that I knew

Who'll be reckless, just enough

Who'll get hurt, but who learns how to toughen up

When she's bruised and gets used by a man who can't love

And then she'll get stuck

And be scared of the life that's inside her

Growing stronger each day 'til it finally reminds her

To fight just a little, to bring back the fire in her eyes

That's been gone, but used to be mine

Used to be mine

She is messy, but she's kind

She is lonely most of the time

She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie

I don’t know if it’s being in the trenches of raising a child, taking care of a home, working while trying to juggle all of these, or just the pressures of being a mom in todays world.

But some days you look around and it hits you that you have no clue who you are outside of those things. That life is flying by, and you feel lost in the middle of it. Some days you get a glimpse of your old carefree self. Other days you’re navigating the high emotions, the doubt, and the wondering when you will feel like yourself again.