Hope

Millie tried to talk the pleasure back into being alive
Reminiscing about the apricots and blunts on Peckham Rye
Won’t call her friends cause she’s ashamed of staying locked into bed
Can’t feel her legs n feeling like a liar at best
You’re not alone
Like you think you are
You’re not alone
Like you think you are
We all have scars
I know it’s hard
You’re not alone
You’re not alone
You’re not alone
Like you think you are
You’re not alone
Like you think you are
We all have scars
I know it’s hard
You’re not alone
You’re not alone

You’re not alone
You’re not alone
Started sweating bullets when her dad asked “how dyu really feel?”
She said I been feeling like something inside me wants to scream
Won’t call my friends
I’m persuaded that they’ll leave in the end
Can’t feel my legs
I’m feeling like a liar at best
You’re not alone
Like you think you are
You’re not alone
Like you think you are
We all have scars
I know it’s hard
You’re not alone
You’re not alone
You’re not alone
Like you think you are
You’re not alone
Like you think you are
We all have scars
I know it’s hard
You’re not alone
You’re not alone
I have often felt like I was born under a bad sign wearing suffering like a silk garment or a spot of blue ink looking for light and finding a hole where there shouldn’t be one
I cannot communicate the depth of the feeling truth is I’m still learning to be open about this
But know that I know and you’re not alone

You’re not alone
Like you think you are
You’re not alone
Like you think you are
We all have scars
I know it’s hard
You’re not alone
You’re not alone
You’re not alone
Like you think you are
You’re not alone
Like you think you are
We all have scars
I know it’s hard
You’re not alone
You’re not alone