Qlc

I rid my shelves of
Proverbs I followed once for too long
And bought a guitar for
Me to make verses of my own

Now that I'm picking up the pieces, let me know
Now that I'm coming to my senses, tell me where I got to go
Let me know
This place I stayed to grow in, I'll let it go
This face I stared at mirrors, I'll let him know

Start the countdown
I'm 21 ain't it too late now
My mind out from lockdown
My body breaking routines it's been trained to do now
The books that have been tossed now
The songs at the tip of my tongue now
What has gotten into me
But this is what I'm meant to be

I rid my shelves of
Proverbs I followed once for too long
And bought a guitar for
Me to make verses of my own

Now that I'm picking up the pieces, let me know
Now that I'm coming to my senses, tell me where I got to go
Let me know
This place I stayed to grow in, I'll let it go
This face I stared at mirrors, I'll let him know

I'm ready to go
Wherever I should mow
The seeds of the new me I'll reap after I sow
Who I thought I was before

Now that I'm picking up the pieces, let me know
Now that I'm coming to my senses, tell me where I got to go
Let me know
This place I stayed to grow in, I'll let it go
This face I stared at mirrors, I'll let him know

Now that I'm picking up the pieces, let me know
Now that I'm coming to my senses, let me know



Credits
Writer(s): Ericka Denise Lim
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