Familiar.
Letting go...
Things, people, places
reminds me of you.
The old times, the old you
moving on, letting go of...
The familiar.
Stuck, broken, hurting
thinking of what was
could I have done better?
remembering, contemplating on...
The Familiar.
I’m changed, I’m new, I’m grown
not looking back but somehow
I question, I wonder
could I really do this without you?
you were my other half or were you..
Familiar.
I can’t look back, I won’t look back
moving on, staying gone
The life I want for me isn’t
Familiar.
