Dear Old Me.

As an image in my mind flows
Across the gaps in time,
I think about how you, and I,
Have lost our state of mind.

As the trees rustle softly,
While the wind touches their hands,
I think about the time we tried
And didn't make amends.

You complete my mind,
Though you deteriorate my soul.

Remember the soft voices
That whisper in your ear.
They just tell you everything
They think you want to hear.

I don't really care
How much or little you like,
The way I think about you,
Every day and night.
I know its alright.

Please come stand around with me.
I want to see your pretty face,
Touch me here,
And slip through grace.

Tell me what you mean to you,
And I can do the same.
Tell me that I want you too,
We'll hang our heads in shame.

And I'll take it all away,
Every last little bit.
I know you'll feel bad
'Cause you turned our lives to s**t.