18

I came from hating myself
To falling in love with me
From stone cold razors
And avoiding mirrors
To dancing in the rain
and smiling myself to sleep
If that's a way to tell
How I changed when I was 18.

Going to anybody
Who gives pays heed
To my sad lullabies
And pretty lies
Was the tragic story
of the girl that lived
in the body of my host.

"Where did you go?"
"I left for better"

It's true, She is gone
And I am better
More Beautiful
Inside