Written By: Rameeza Ahmad
Finding words, it’s getting so hard
Trying to remember without falling apart.
Things are the same, things are new.
Maybe it’s me or maybe it’s you.
Maybe it’s us or the what we want to be.
I don’t want to know, I don’t want to see.
Things are better, things are worse.
Life is a song and I’m singing a new verse.
Breathing is hard and pain hurts a lot.
Maybe I should have stayed, stayed and fought.