When does a scar. Become a tattoo. When does the sky. Fade back to blue. When does this broken. Heart that I'm holding. Beat on it's own. When do I stop.
Once upon a time. I thought I had it all. Then life just fell apart. Thought I was all alone. I've never been so scared. Than when I danced with fear.
Last night I hit rock bottom, finally saw right through myself. Wasn't long 'till I called mamma, I wouldn't wanna call no one else. And I knew exactly what she'd say.