I remember the nights, waiting by the phone,
Hoping you’d call, but I felt so alone.
You had your dreams, while I lost my way,
Scribbling my heart in the dust and the gray.
I sat in the room of white waiting for the day.

You said I was too much, you said I was too weak,
But every tear I cried, was just a chance to speak.
Now I see the truth, the light in my eyes,
You were the storm, but I learned to rise.

You missed your chance to watch me bloom,
While I fought through the shadows, breaking the gloom.
I only wanted your love, a place I could stay,
But now I’m grateful for the strength you pushed away.