The old me.

Hand me that photograph.
Photograph of us three,
You point at me saying,
That's who I used to be...
I didn't want this,
I never wanted this..

When I cried to sleep,
The other night you held me tight.
Talking sense into me and I learned from you.
I said a few things, and they got to you.
You smiled at me, saying.
That's who you used to be, The real you.
I didn't want this,
I never wanted this..

I shut myself out, and changed myself.
I'm sorry everyday, but I remember that day.
Scraping onto my wounds, I was alone.
Torturing myself to give up.
Hammering a wall, outside of me.
Forgetting the me, I used to be.
Remembering the pain I used to feel.
Waking up feeling different every morning,
And you're here now,
Years after we've set apart.
Telling me who I used to be.
Hurting me inside,
That's who I wish you'd still be, the old you.
I didn't want this,
I never wanted this...