You are not who you said you were. Your layer have fallen to reveal the true you.
While for me its not that I wasn't who you thought I was... I am who I've always been, yet its the fire inside me that has died.
I use to be a growing tree... but I ran into a tough time in my life where a part of me died.
Now I'm just waiting for the next rain to fall
The rain that will help me revive.
