So I'm going back through my life,
In dreams and in conciousness,
Trying to relive nightmares
And find the point where everything changed
To try and remind myself of who I was;
Who I plan to be again.
When I drink, I'm her.
When I'm home, I'm her.
With Jason, and Jayla, I'm her.
But here, in the cold cold night,
On a lonely street in Hattiesburg
Trying to tell myself that this feeling
Won't be forever,
I'm struggling to express myself fully
Because I'm scared...but of what?