The Man I Used To Be

Standing at the mirror

someone I no longer know.

Standing there, staring back,

looking all alone.

 

Says he wants to be like me

but if he only knew,

he’d turn around, walk way,

find something else to do.

 

For I’m no longer who I was

the guilt, it’s all on me.

I end up wishing I were him...

the man I used to be.