For the last ten years
I’ve defined myself
By who I am
In relation to you.

And to you,
I’m just another *******.

Do you remember the nights spent together?
Do you remember anything before him?

The visions flash through my mind.
I cannot forget them.
They’re permanently burnt there.
I cannot stop think of you.

And how it all fell apart.
And how I fell apart.
I cannot see myself any differently, now.