I used to be
all of which you call me by today,
a ****,
a *****,
a ****,
jealous,
unremorseful,
disrespectful,
living a meaningless life,
being delusional,
one who betrays.
But I want you to understand,
so desparately,
that I am no longer that confused, reckless girl.
I know what I deserve now,
and it isn't this.
I'm not who I used to be
I'd scream it at the top of my lungs
for the rest of my life,
if it'd make any difference
(but it wouldn't)

Something about how it used to be,
makes my heart ache
We both feel it,
even if my pride masks my half
So, do you?
Are you so afraid to admit
What used to be?
That you liked it,
That you miss it,
That you want it in your grasp again
Peace and serenity,
but with the pointless, angry screams
at who I used to be
We'll never have
what once was,
what used to be.