I can't help but see the old you glaring back at me
The old you playing games with my young mind
A mind that had yet to be shaped
A blank slate

I'm so happy you've been freed from the devil of addiction
I'm so angry why you've chosen this time in my life to do so

I've been left with these memories
Most of them which you remember as a distant dream
And those same memories that starve me awake at night
It's not fair god has chosen this time in your life

Those days I cried out for your help and understanding
Those countless days that I wanted to end my life
Those days I tried to end my life
I needed you
You were not there

You're still not here
And I don't need you