Not What I Used To Be

I don't need a therapist telling me how to feel

And I don't want to know what dreams arn't real

I want someone to hug me in a loving embrace

And to tell me that I'm not just another waste

Looking back, at what I thought I knew

Astounded at seeing how much I grew

But do you believe that my heart still beats?

A looser always pays for their defeats

Deep down in my chest, just an emptiness

Please let me hold your hand for a final caress

Is this what you predicted? Is this what you meant?

Or did you think I wouldn't pay from the moment you left

I look into my eyes, do you know what I see?

NOTHING! Not a remnants of what used to be me!