I look at myself in the mirror.
If only they could see me now, I know exactly what they'd say.
Their whispers and lies mean nothing to me now.
All the hell they put me through would never be worth it in the end.
Maybe if they had actually cared, I wouldn't be here
On this cold wet floor with vomit down my dress and my broken heel in my hand.
It didn't matter now.
No sense of me trying to fit in with them.
I'm finally free from that place and I'm not turning back.
