Who I Used To Be
There is a gaping void,
Left by who I used to be.
Constantly annoyed,
By what’s in side of me.
It’s been years,
And I’ve changed too much.
Fallen tears,
We scurry away from my touch.
Bloodied knuckles and broken hands,
Time has shown how it stands.
I cannot ask for you to stay,
I know it wouldn’t be fair.
But I don’t want you away,
But you shouldn’t care.
I’ve heard everything you said,
Over and over, so why won’t it stick?
For years been lost in my head,
I could not recuperate, I was twisted and sick.
I’m not the man I once was,
I’m not the one you fell in love with.
I know not what he does,
But his story all myth.
I’m no longer trying,
I’m over constantly crying.
I am succeeding,
Despite a wrongful needing.
I’m coming, I’m on my way.
I hope, I pray you stay.
Every single second,
I’m driving a future reckoned.
I’m coming, could you promise to receive?
I’m coming, a promise you can believe.
I’m coming my dear, I’m coming.
A reunion worth succumbing.
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