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The Old You

I miss the old you.

That young, innocent spirit I once knew.
After all you've been through,
I thought what the others were saying about you
Was simply untrue
Just out of the blue
I thought they were gonna make you subdue

I was mistaken.

Recently, my faith in you has shaken
And your recent attitude has left me forsaken
I would just wish that the old you would awaken

You no longer laugh, smile, or cry
The innocent spirit inside you has clearly died
Your arrogance now overshadows your once humbleness
I wish I knew you no longer, as your old memory would suffice as eternal bliss

I was foolish to think things would stay the same,
As even the seasons change regularly
The leaves fall ordinarily
The old die so that the young can live
And one sets an example so that others can give

Things constantly change,
And even our own memories become estranged
But I thought it was extraordinarily strange
When I saw you change

What would mama say?
Seeing her baby boy fade away
What would papa say?
Seeing dismay pave your way

In the mirror, it is you I see
Because no matter how much in vain I disagree
I will never forget that the one that changed was me

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