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Back to me
I've only truly realized the power I have,
The power I have over myself.
I used to be satisfied with making others happy
Since then I had changed.
From time to time I started to think about my wants
Inspiration seemed to come from me, but never to me.
Never had I felt so unjustified, being the role of the "happy person"
All I wanted was someone to make me happy.
Lingering in advent for my hero that never came,
Lost in my own grief-bearing imagination was I,
Yet now I am me again.
Granted I focus on fending for myself like before.
Only because I have never felt love.
Not that love is the only way to be happy.
Every day I can be kind and never be close.
The power I have over myself.
I used to be satisfied with making others happy
Since then I had changed.
From time to time I started to think about my wants
Inspiration seemed to come from me, but never to me.
Never had I felt so unjustified, being the role of the "happy person"
All I wanted was someone to make me happy.
Lingering in advent for my hero that never came,
Lost in my own grief-bearing imagination was I,
Yet now I am me again.
Granted I focus on fending for myself like before.
Only because I have never felt love.
Not that love is the only way to be happy.
Every day I can be kind and never be close.
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