Old life..
there's always something holding on from your past, when are you truly free?
Moving on but still looking back there’s a hold on me
My old life..
although I strive to keep moving, there’s always
something
somebody
a memory...
My old life..
I see you, and what’s crazy is somewhere inside believed you loved it here
the feelings
the fun
the raw realness we both got to be with each other
My ray of sunshine
Here I go again, reaching for something so out of reach..
My old life..
We made history, we experienced, we’ve learned, we’ve come to an end
Leaving my old life..
I loved a version of myself that looked for validation outside of myself. I loved how people perceived me until I learned to love my whole self.. the good, bad, and the ugly.
#oldfriends #oldlife
