Who am I? How did I get here? I used to know myself but now I am lost... You came to my life and make it so beautiful. I still remember those butterflies and the way you make me feel. I was happy YES once upon a time I was happy but now I don't remember how that feels. I don't remember how to laugh how to sing how to dance in the rain. All I see, it's darkness. You give me everything at the beginning and now you're taking it away. All the tears drama fights. You just don't care anymore but guess what neither do I. I will stand by myself and I will stand tall. I bring that girl I used to be back maybe not today maybe not tomorrow but she will come back I make sure of it... and you well I only have one word for you KARMA...
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