Every song a different scene from a lifetime of who I used to be. The party girl who never said no or was never afraid to walk away. My private thoughts lost around the girl who used to be me. The girl who knew what she wanted and got things done, where did she go? Remember the diva who could catch your eye from across the room? The girl who made you smile every day and made you want to rush home. Today, it is the you and I of yesterday that plays on in my mind. Every note

A prisoner of my own mind. I can't concentrate or type a single damn word in self-defense. Punished for a crime I was blindly accused by another choice no one else could see. What would they say if they knew the other choice would have been the death of me? I do not fear a jury of my peers or care what the prosecution thinks they have as proof. Dare I say a prayer of contrition for the sins I keep close to my chest or just let my soul fall straight into the flames of hell fo

It has finally happened. I have come to the Y in the road. The one where my present meets my past and the only way to go now is forward. I have spent the last nine months hiding from the world. Trying not to be seen or heard from and I have strayed away from the circle. Things I used to love no longer hold my attention, and life has taken some twists and turns that were unexpected. The terrain has been rocky and unpredictable, and times weren't always good, but it has been a

Let me paint a picture for you.