I never used to be this way,
I used to look at every day
As another chance to embrace the world,
instead of the cold
Used to think that love could be found
Truly as simply
As looking into someone's soul
and asking them to see me
Never used to question
when things went wrong, where love was
Thought that everyone came back
after the same kinds of loss
Now I know that the earth isn't round
and instead of opening my arms to the air
I find myself looking into faces
and running scared ...
