Took a few years to understand
That all I go through shapes who I am
When circumstances don't go as planned
I give thanks
Give thanks
Carrying four bags and a broken heart
Barely twenty two and you threw me apart
I'm crying like why are my eyelids not drying
Never thought I'd heal from such a deep cut
Waited fortnights sitting with my thoughts
But looking back breaking down was my favourite part
I'm grateful, stayed faithful, my plates full, I'm stable
Started from the bottom now I'm way up
It took a few years to understand
That all I go through shapes who I am
When circumstances don't go as planned
I give thanks
Give thanks
Carrying a backpack and a broken dream
Taken several blows in the past couple weeks
I won't cry, my head high cos I know deep inside
That what's coming for me is my type
It took a few years to understand
That all I go through shapes who I am
When circumstances don't go as planned
I give thanks
Give thanks