I am a broken girl who’s afraid of the past,
I wonder if they’ve really changed,
I hear “It’s different now,”
I see my old room,
I want to be whole again,
I am a broken girl who’s afraid of the past,

I pretend it’s fine,
I feel anxious,
I touch my old curtains,
I worry how long it’s been,
I cry because it hasn't been long enough,
I am a broken girl who’s afraid of the past,

I understand they miss me,
I say I miss them,
I dream i won’t have to see them,
I try to make up excuses,
I hope they can move on without me,
I am a broken girl who’s afraid of the past,