The old me is gone
The side that gets butterflies
The side that never cries
The side that wishes she could fly
To bad that person really did die
The new me hasn't gotten better
I'm worse now
I always cry
I never wished i could fly
I really glad that side of my died
The music actually helps now
Way better than it did before
The blade across my skin
Helps me forget when
The people that left
Will never ever miss me
-Spencer
