Someday, I will find myself where I imagine.
I asked myself who I can be or choose, and
Scared of thinking much, I’d get confused again.
Dear myself, I miss you so bad when you were fifteen.
The happiest I’ve ever been,
The brightest I’ve ever seen.
But I won’t regret the way I’ve grown up.
Do you miss me? The way that I miss you.
Now I realize I have to be the real me,
And stop drowning in my own uncertainty.
My mom, she’s great,
She tells me, “Follow your dream before it fades away, like an impossible gleam.”
So I will write, I will write all my life,

For you miss me, for you miss me, for you miss me.