I have been here before.

My past lines teach me.
My past life calls out.
Not to have me sulk and cry
over what is beyond my reach.

But to realise
I have been here before.
And I somehow managed.
I made it through, and none of it
left more than a scar on
this heart of mine,
that can love and live
and smile
and love like no other.

So come on,
throw your worst at me.
If you can't take care of me,
then teach me my lesson.
Make me stronger than you will
ever be yourself,
and throw your worst at me.
I can take it.

I have been here before,
and I managed last time.

Soon you will be but a scar
I wear with pride.
Not for you, but for me.

I have been here before
and just like today I knew
it wouldn't be the last time.
But I will manage.