I wish I was me again,
the one you fell in love with.
Care free, kind, and happy.
Still holding it all together.
It makes me so sad.
To think of how you must see me now.
Paranoid, insecure, cold.
I know i'm not myself.
I hate it every day.
I want to go back to that.
The medication doesn't help.
I'm lost in a fog.
I'm crying to you for help,
But the more lost I get.
The more I lose you.