Before I was Me

by Danielle Weaver   Nov 30, 2006


Everything has changed
When you walk into the room I donâ??t look your way
Hoping just to see you smile.
When you talk through your eyes, I donâ??t hear you
And itâ??s not because I canâ??t.

If you cried right now, I could only watch you
Thereâ??s no will to hold you close.
If you turned your back on me right now
I wouldn't go your way
I guess Iâ??m freeâ?¦
Is freedom supposed to feel this way?

There was a light in my eyes when I thought of you
My eyes were always shining
Now when I think of you itâ??s not a good thing
Every time I start crying

This is the last song that I write for you
Each line is a stab in my back by you
As if the blood is quenching your thirst
I wish I could love you the way I used to
When I was happy
Before I was free.
When I was happy,
Before I was me.

I trusted you with my whole world; you held it in your palm
Ice turned to water, I dripped through your hand
You just stood and watched me fall
My heart is the puddle that youâ??re jumping in
The dirt that pollutes it represents you
Puddles disappear I will forget you
But tears will rejuvenate me soon

This is the last song that I write for you
Each line is a stab in my back by you
As if the blood is quenching your thirst
I wish I could love you the way I used to
When I was happy
Before I was free,
When I was happy
before I was me.

Just walk away again, tell me you donâ??t care
If you stay, Iâ??ll go
Guess what, I donâ??t care
Iâ??ll find something else to live for
Or try

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