Every year about this time

I ask myself if i got to where i was

and if where i am now is a happy one

this year, i couldnt answer any

The point of being overpowered makes me feel weak and useless

letting it be makes me someone i am not

I wan to ask anyone who loved me once or ever did love me a question

Did you love me for that spark in my eyes?

cause i love myself for it

but i cant dun have it anymore

I know i am not a bird so i know i cannot fly

now i have no say, no comfort, no nothing

reshuffle,clay,reshuffle