spring

three years of avoiding my problems.

three years of insisting i am okay.

three years of ignoring reality.

three years of pessimism and cynicism.

three years of rejection, depression, insecurity.

three years of pain, suffering, and melancholy.

three years of burden on my back, like boulders

...erased like dust, with just one night.

that bitch reality hit me hard at 4 a.m.

and that bitch sent me back three years

and that bitch showed me what i had been running away from.

and that bitch didn't let me run that night.

and that bitch she made me realize

and that bitch she made me see

and that love that she gave me...

and i couldn't be more grateful,

and more blessed, more liberated...

and more free

... how loved i am, and how much i have

how did she see all three

of those years i carried on me?

three years

three years

three years

washed away by one night's tears

to reveal anew what i had hidden

oh, world! oh, life! how i'd forgotten thee

hiding myself beneath all of those

all of those

three years

three years

three years