• I strive and I strive
    For a sense of independence
    But again and again I realize
    That can't ever be if I continue
    To cry out my soul with a mere glimpse of the past
    I know it's all in mourning

    I imagined I was fine
    And I mislead myself to believe so
    But a glimpse, just a glimpse
    Lead me to tears and a realization
    I realized though however hard I try
    I lied, and I'm not okay, I was in mourning

    So a holiday appears this year
    And though I understand its just another day
    And that no matter what I do it will still come forth
    And I will still have to live threw it
    But I never realized I held it all deep down
    I didn't feel it but it was there, and now I weep in mourning

    I act locked together
    And I submerge myself in thoughts when need be
    I contemplate the past and the current situation
    I predict the possibilities of my future based off of my actions
    But I did not figure I would care when I had believed
    I had locked away my soul, it was pretense, and here I lie in mourning

    So laugh at me and call me weak
    Think me however much to be a fool
    But blame me not for the lie
    I lied to myself as well with a spinning wheel and thread
    I wound myself in a safe blanket and who could ever predict
    That a book, a picture, a glimpse, would condemn me to die in mourning.