It was oddly cold everywhere within -
Felt like the only thing that I'm proud of, my heart, was freezing.
The world seemed to have broken all it's promises to treat me better,
And I was waiting for a train to take me to nowhere.

But then I decided not to get that ticket,
Because someone came to take me back home - the home that I forgot I've always belonged to.

Someone reminded me that I am precious
And I need to make myself my favourite.
Clouds will gather, it’ll rain, but there's someone who'll always hold an umbrella for me.

“ 𝑻𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖,

𝐼𝑓 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑑𝑖𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠...