Things that weren’t anything special Seem prettier, brighter, and stay sweet in my memory That things continued to grow Like a snowball, rolling and rolling Until a moment in time When it became too big for me to handle. That’s why it became harder for me To survive it as time went on. I give myself a tolerance I know I can’t forget and I won’t regret it So, I let it stay in my mind Without wanting it anymore I’ve heard something like this : The daydreaming The running in place It’s not healthy So this is me, Cutting the cord