If you could see me now
you'd be so proud of me
Making home of rented house
I'm paying my bills, on time
I've made friends in a place
where I started out a stranger
I don't think about you, often as I used to.
I'm even falling in love
I'll never love anyone,
like I loved you
But I'm hopeful I'll love him,
more than I loved you.
Many things can't be replaced
except for the image of me that rolls in your head
I'm changing and proving you wrong
I can do all this on my own
without you.
Montana isn't so bad
I love it and hate it
sometimes both in the same day
When I miss home, I miss you
I am learning here
when I've mastered all these lessons
maybe I'll come home
Til then, just know
how proud you would be of me
if only you could see me now.
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