It starts with a small pull
and begins to tare
I'm not sure if I should write this
or if anyone would care
Maybe I'm sad,
or perhaps I'm just confused
but I wish I still had someone
even if I was used
It's not easy being alone
or even being around people I know
Because they can see me smile
but my sadness is what I can't show
I might be over thinking
but I still have to be strong
I don't know if this makes sense
I might even be wrong
In the end it hardly matters
because I'm still moving on
though I'm afraid of my next step
the fact I'm moving forward means I've won
