I know she’s where I was.
And I know she’s who I am.
She’s me but slightly altered, and that makes me feel numb.
But you're the one who I resent, and you're the one who changed.
Even if the me that was with you then is different but the same.
No doubt she’s in the clothes I wore,
and lying where I lay.
And hearing words you said to me,
nearly every single day.
And I hate you for hating me and I can’t put into words,
how much you've changed who I am and how much this all hurts.
Still most of me just doesn't care, and wishes you were gone.
Because when I see these images, it just seems strange and wrong.
I used to be the one with you though I don't want that now,
I don't want to talk, or see your face, but I have no choice.
I'm scared to let my guards down because of what you did.
I am scared to be hurt, scared to lay myself bare and it’s all because of you.
I can’t forgive you and I won’t, for this fear runs through and through.