Watch again the frames I know,
That take me back an age,
And still every word strikes a familiar bell,
And through its tone I recall
A time when i was different;
When i meant You over me.
A time when i would keep hidden
my thoughts and my fears and my words.
Back then i was not worthy
Of the thoughts in my own head,
Back then i wished i could stop me,
But i was stronger than the me i knew.
So as I sit here watching the same old movie,
Imagining how i would have felt,
I realise that that nostalgic feeling,
Is not just 'remember'
But how i became Me.