When you met me, I was the girl

Who had been abused and traumatized

Who was exhausted, at the end of her rope

I was the girl who had spent a good part of

Her youth roaming the streets

Choosing to not go home 'cause

That was way worse than the

Weirdos around the Carré d'Youville

And who then got assaulted so severely

It changed abolutely everything in her

And for a few decades, she had to battle

It out with all the symptoms of trauma

Which made it impossible for her

To carry on day-to-day tasks or contacts

With other people, so she ended isolated.

When you met me, I felt out of options

After all of the years I'd been trying without

Ever yielding any success in my efforts

I felt beaten at the time, and didn't know

What to do anymore, it felt like I'd tried all

There was to try, I'd lost all hope at that point

But with time something happened along the

Way to shift things, and that girl hasn't been me

In a while now, so yes, everything's very good

And I'm really pleased to be able to say

Considering all the previous dark and gloom 

You used to have to read from me all those years