The asunder word

Sweet little thing

You sweet little thing,
That time made you big,
Time made you proud,
And you let yourself deceived.
Now you're bitter,
With that to keep one thing,
To keep once you had,
But can't you see
What you lost what you are,
What it does and it does you bitter.
How can you keep it,
While you change just like him,
While you let be deceived again,
It wasn't what you see or others,
It's what inside is made,
Far from reach far from yourself,
Don't follow him that is what it does,
With same routine with action,
Tired and dead in flesh and bone,
Trying to finish you as it started,
A lot happened but it only leaves you these,
Broken memory a blurred vision,
Of that once though,
You were sweet little thing