Its a useless antic that you see,
The remains I can scaresly call me.
If you would have known me back then, you would have seen the person I'v been,
Seen the happy and ampishios me,
The little shit that knew how to dream.
I'm just a shell of who she used to be.
A reflection that dosnt match me.
Disapointment
Resentment
I'm just full if regret.
Depression
Deprevation
I don't like who I am
Lately,
I'm just spending 3am's here crying,
wondering when I became like this.
Face it, they say, but what is there to face.
I'm just glaring at an empty space.
Yesterday, was a day away yet I still miss who I was. Minutes pass by, becoming years that passed me by in a rush.
Keep company for a while, let me live a little of my time.
Give me a chanse to like the person I'll be. Befor she also becomes a memorie.
and you'd see why am so sad.
Its not a person thats the cause, its just the person who I was had dreams and asperashions,
A whole list of things she wanted to do.
I miss her reflection.
If she had seen me, I already know that she would have hated me the same.
