Pens and paper, writing notes to my past self

It turned out fine, I really needed some self-help

Boldness strikes and a target's hit, aim and shoot pray you don't miss

Now I'm glowing like the morning sun, I'm happy now, not overrun

With regret and uncertainty, I've made the right decision for you and me

When I brought you to those mangroves and the palm trees

We watched the moon on the bay, hoped the sun would come back the next day

I've been going off the deep end, spending every night in sight, even the weekends thinking about conversations that never happened and I'm trying not to slip up thinking you could never love me if I made a mistake I'm too petrified to say the first take whenever I'm around you all cameras on me it's like I can see what she can't see and I freeze up, stone cold never bold, growing old of the me that's on TV, I'm the one making the true me harder to see, lesson from the old me