If you really knew me, oh, would I still love me? Mm, while the supernova's dying, and the good girl's gone away. Would I still love me? When the lights come on, the music stops, I'm ready for a change. Would I still love me? Would I still love me, even if you don't? Will I be okay not ever knowing the answer to that? I hope in this time, I can find enough love in my own heart so I don't even have to ask that question anymore. I want the chance to watch the wild flowers grow and to stay somewhere long enough to see the snow on the mountain tops melt into spring. To be there raw, present. To feel the gratitude of simply being alive and that being just enough. A chance to redefine happiness and take another trip around the sun. And the chance to see the dew on the blades of early morning grass. And feel the good ache in my stomach from the belly laughs of the night before. I hope I evolve. I hope someone says to me, you've changed and I say, good. That would make me a lucky girl. But promise me one thing, if you see me around, you'll say hi. We don't have to be strangers. Even if you don't hear from me when you look up in the dark and you see the jewelry hanging in the sky, know that I'm still under the same disco ball smiling somewhere. Maybe crying. I don't know much, but one thing I'm sure of is that I'm forever grateful that we watched each other grow. Played a small part in walking each other home. For you, for the me I was, and who I am yet to become. My love for every version of us runs deep as the ocean blue. And I hope you know every word I ever said to you is true. This isn't goodbye forever. It's just until next time.
Would You Still Love Me? by Fletcher