And I swear to God I’m nothing like I used to be, Covered in scars and razor-marks The likes your band-aids Would never cover. And I am not the person That you fell in love with While we spouted Spanish Adjectives We found amusing at 16. And I hold loneliness Closer to my half-beating Heart Than I used to do in greater days. You didn’t see me walk along the line Where one side held Hope and betrayal And the other brought madness And excitement to my door. You didn’t see the battle Raging every night inside my head. You only saw the tears I blamed on other things. So I hope you know I’m not the one you think you love. I’m only talented In changing masks At all of the right times.