They keep telling me to give time a chance,
That time heals all wounds but I look at my mine and they're ever bleeding.

I ask how long does it take for time to heal one since mine are more aged than any of my anniversaries,
They say you just don't want to heal,
And little I laugh, I didn't know time choose to be choosy!
I didn't know time ask for opinions before it could take a spade and fill our holes,
I didn't know I had to stay humble for time to decide I deserve happiness too.

I kept telling you that before judging my healing process you need to verge in too,

Drift little bit back to when I was a nobody,
When I was a size of cocoon inside my mother's womb,
When my heartbeat kicked instead of beating,
When I had started fighting a battle that till today I have never won.

Feel the heaviness...