the story of my life, moving on, moving out, moving in,
its time of that year again, bags waiting to be packed, heart re-healing its scars,
success measured by a couple of marks.
here i am again waiting at the door,
looking back, i used to cry, but kept on holding my head up high.
today ill walk out this door but i know ill smile,
remember the good times
and how far i've come,
i've survived that storm again, came out stronger happier, and more at ease.
today ill be looking forward to the days to come
good or bad, i know ill survive.
its time of that year again, bags waiting to be packed, heart re-healing its scars,
success measured by a couple of marks.
here i am again waiting at the door,
looking back, i used to cry, but kept on holding my head up high.
today ill walk out this door but i know ill smile,
remember the good times
and how far i've come,
i've survived that storm again, came out stronger happier, and more at ease.
today ill be looking forward to the days to come
good or bad, i know ill survive.
