When I think about you
I have a feeling of regret
I watched you leave and decay
When I think of you
I remember your eyes
So warm and welcoming
And yet your warmth for me has gone
When I think of you
I miss myself
The version of who I was
Maybe that was my original self
Or maybe I just don't want to let go
To the innocence I had before I even met you
And to my tainted self after you'd gone
These murky thoughts arise within
I whisper quietly
Begone, begone, begone, be gone