You ask me who I'm missing
And I don't know how to say
That the one who I'm remembering
Is the me from younger days
I thought for a time that I missed the ones I used to be friends with, but I don't. I miss the person who I used to be-the one who laughed louder, and had more friends, and who prayed more often. I miss the person who was happy, and who spent her days in the sun, reading books in the sunshine, laughing with her loved ones, hair blowing in the wind, windows down, music up, I miss that girl. And damnit I don't know how to get her back.