I thought she was beautiful. Hell, who didn't? The girl was a damn goddess.
She's completely horrendous. The way she treats people, as if they're smaller than her, makes me want to scream.
I thought she was intelligent. Her old teachers loved her. The girl had pride in her brains.
She's naive. Thinking nothing can get in her way, like she's invincible, makes me want to smack sense into her.
I thought she was the same girl I first fell in love with. She was sweetness in it's most delightful form. The girl didn't even have to try to be lovable.
She's different. The way her eyes are cold and rude, she doesn't care, makes me want to show her who she was.
I thought she was right there. Damnit, I knew she was. The girl knew it too.
She's far away. The way the girl I knew disappeared, transformed into someone she's not, makes me want to cry.
I know how this happened.
They know how it happened.
I cried as I scribbled the heartfelt lyrics across the paper.
They understood completely.
I wished I could realize this wasn't my fault.
They told me it wasn't.
I wanted her to be herself again.
They wanted me to be myself again too.