Before, each time you looked at me, your face lit up with a smile.
Now, you can't seem to talk to me without breaking into a frown after a little while.

Before, you were ready to put the world at my feet to see me happy.
Now, the same you, keeps hurting my world again and again and you don't even realise that we're unhappy.

Before, we never ran out of things to talk about.
Now, it seems the only conversations that you like are the ones where we're silent and you shout.

Before, I used to think the world of you.
Now, the things I admire about you are so few.

After, when you realise my plight and want to your old self restore,
just cast your thoughts back to how you were before.