Lyrics Kind - WY

Kind

I used to cry over little things
But now I just die inside
And stay quiet for a while
I lay on the floor and wait for you to see me
And see that I’m sad and hold me and say
«It gets better»
I used to be pretty
But I also used to be dumb and naive
And think that these things wouldn’t haunt me for years
But they do
And I try to be strong for everyone
But I lose some battles somehow
So tell me I’m brave
Tell me I’m kind
And tell me that you will remember my face
When you all move away
It gets better