…realizing…
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Reluctantly, I’m back after a slap from reality
I was woken again, from hard choices, it hit like a formality
I’ll keep what I can, but it’s a struggle, even if not broken
I repeat a lot, lessons learned, now spoken
I feel the sliding back into the door never closed, it’s like a cliff
Back into someone I didn’t like, jus the though alone leave me mentally stiff
I’m still standing, tired, but still continence
A shell of who I once was, I still have some presence
All the same, I’m happy, smiling like a fool
The kind stranger in the mirror, to me, still looks kinda cool