The Man I Used To Be
Standing at the mirror
someone I no longer know.
Standing there, staring back,
looking all alone.
Says he wants to be like me
but if he only knew,
he’d turn around, walk way,
find something else to do.
For I’m no longer who I was
the guilt, it’s all on me.
I end up wishing I were him...
the man I used to be.
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