Twinkle, twinkle little scar,
Pain and hurt, that’s what you are.
A memory of something bad,
Of that someone who made me sad,
Made me twitch really deep inside,
Felt little butterflies, but slowly died.
Died because they had no air,
Died because you weren’t there,
Died without even knowing why,
But now is not the time to cry.
Moving on, not holding back,
I know I’m not really on your track,
Different times we met in life,
Brought us to this moment of strife.
Feeling hard,
Feeling heavy,
Feeling light,
Feeling ready.
Ready to take the next steps alone,
Going back to an empty home,
Opening to a quiet house,
Just like Christmas, „not even a mouse”.
But it’s ok, you know I’m strong,
You know i’ll manage to get along,
You know the most that i’ll be OK,
Looking at tomorrow as a brand new day.