Sometimes i feel like the world is taking turns to brainwash me.
But i guess well, i know what i want.
And until i run dry and wither and die, i wont give it up.

I know im not a flower,
but im not nothing either.

Im not broken, i can be mended.
I am healing.
But you know, sometimes when what heals you, can destroy you? Well,it didnt destroy me, it took a part of me away.
And im going to find that part of me, and then, stay with it.