A thousand days later I find myself again smothered in bliss.
How could I forget the simple lesson, the treasure deep in the mud?
I find myself just to get up again.
It is not beautiful, it is not even supposed to rhyme.
But in the end, I just got myself to save.
I do not need you. Never have, never will.
But for once, I will stop lying to myself, pretending it feels good to be deceived.
It is me, it has always been.
How could I forget the simple lesson, the treasure deep in the mud?
I find myself just to get up again.
It is not beautiful, it is not even supposed to rhyme.
But in the end, I just got myself to save.
I do not need you. Never have, never will.
But for once, I will stop lying to myself, pretending it feels good to be deceived.
It is me, it has always been.