Remind them,
I wonder if people ever really knew me. If they really ever saw me when I was whole. Once.
Some said I changed. Some said I'm just not me. Some said I am being.. fake? Well, this is my answer:
Everyone knows that people grow: just like the trees you planted at the back of your house when you were 3. As you’re breathing, you’ll grow: beneath all those waves of laughter, all those rains of tears, all those sorrows, and all those feelings you’re having. I can't promise that I’ll stay me, the me 10 years back. And I can't promise me as a whole for now. I lost parts of mine throughout the years I’m growing. And believe me, I know the me now is not the me I dreamed to be when I was 9 years old, the me now is not even the me I wanted. But that doesn't make me a failure, that just make a .... much more of a human. I don't know in which term of me or which lifetime of mine you once know. But the me now isn't whole, and the me now is as weak as the angel’s feathers I drew when I was 4. And even now, even at the moment, I'm writing this, I still don't know what is happening to me: where is the me, the me I needed the most, the me I know was once so strong... so remind them, and me,
Remind them,
I was once so full so whole,
But now I'm nothing more than a broken soul,
Oh dont forget my laughters that was once so loud,
Yet now I even forgot to laugh at jokes,
Tell them, how I’ll smile and hug when those dears to me were close,
And now I'm shutting all the doors,
Remind them,
I was some party playlists on the go,
But now, I'm nothing more than those sad song,
Tell them I was much more of the evening light,
Yet now, I'm all about the dark that hide behind the night,
Wait, dont forget the me who was once so strong,
Even though now I’m all about killing my own soul,
Go and shout, how I was so much alive,
Before someone I trusted most kill me right in the heart,
And, don't forget to tell them I was one the fiercest fire,
Before he drowned me in his cold water,
Lastly, don't forget to tell them,
I was one of those roses, with petals so bright,
Right before I lost my morning light.
Please, never forget who I was, even now, even when me, myself, no longer know and remember who I was. Please. Don't forget me. And I know you remind me a lot, about me. I noticed your words which bringing me backward showing who I was. But right now, I'm all about the leave whose battling to the surface of the waves: sometimes I was right above, being able to breathe, but sometimes, I’m swallowed deep inside the ocean, fading and dying.
I see your hands, I see you trying to reach me back. But it is not your fault when my hands won't reach yours. But, sometimes, honey, I need help with my soul: some are dead inside, instead out, and there’s nothing much worse than this.
May all those lost souls find their way back home, before its too late.
Some said I changed. Some said I'm just not me. Some said I am being.. fake? Well, this is my answer:
Everyone knows that people grow: just like the trees you planted at the back of your house when you were 3. As you’re breathing, you’ll grow: beneath all those waves of laughter, all those rains of tears, all those sorrows, and all those feelings you’re having. I can't promise that I’ll stay me, the me 10 years back. And I can't promise me as a whole for now. I lost parts of mine throughout the years I’m growing. And believe me, I know the me now is not the me I dreamed to be when I was 9 years old, the me now is not even the me I wanted. But that doesn't make me a failure, that just make a .... much more of a human. I don't know in which term of me or which lifetime of mine you once know. But the me now isn't whole, and the me now is as weak as the angel’s feathers I drew when I was 4. And even now, even at the moment, I'm writing this, I still don't know what is happening to me: where is the me, the me I needed the most, the me I know was once so strong... so remind them, and me,
Remind them,
I was once so full so whole,
But now I'm nothing more than a broken soul,
Oh dont forget my laughters that was once so loud,
Yet now I even forgot to laugh at jokes,
Tell them, how I’ll smile and hug when those dears to me were close,
And now I'm shutting all the doors,
Remind them,
I was some party playlists on the go,
But now, I'm nothing more than those sad song,
Tell them I was much more of the evening light,
Yet now, I'm all about the dark that hide behind the night,
Wait, dont forget the me who was once so strong,
Even though now I’m all about killing my own soul,
Go and shout, how I was so much alive,
Before someone I trusted most kill me right in the heart,
And, don't forget to tell them I was one the fiercest fire,
Before he drowned me in his cold water,
Lastly, don't forget to tell them,
I was one of those roses, with petals so bright,
Right before I lost my morning light.
Please, never forget who I was, even now, even when me, myself, no longer know and remember who I was. Please. Don't forget me. And I know you remind me a lot, about me. I noticed your words which bringing me backward showing who I was. But right now, I'm all about the leave whose battling to the surface of the waves: sometimes I was right above, being able to breathe, but sometimes, I’m swallowed deep inside the ocean, fading and dying.
I see your hands, I see you trying to reach me back. But it is not your fault when my hands won't reach yours. But, sometimes, honey, I need help with my soul: some are dead inside, instead out, and there’s nothing much worse than this.
May all those lost souls find their way back home, before its too late.
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