I'm not really sure
If I can be honest anymore
I mean, I'm always covering up
Lying, stealing, deceiving, blaming
Trying to stay under the radar
Trying to maintain an image
Trying to bury the girl I was
But I miss her
I miss having no care
I miss hearing my own laugh
Feeling my own emotions
Something other than hurt
I miss wandering aimlessly
Not really sure what's up or down
Not even caring when everyone frowned
When I could just let myself drown in the keys
The music, the keyboard, the rooms locked away
The secrets are locked in those boarded-up rooms now
Covered by hope that they stay hidden
My journals are kept in a closet
Along with my pictures
Because, I mean, why look at the past
When I'm so changed, I don't know remember it anyway?
I have diapers to change, a child that's not mine to raise
An unsure pregnancy, everything I thought I wanted
But not freedom, none of that
You don't get freedom in this house
But I'm still burying myself
Beneath the cemented basement
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