Who you used to be.
I miss him.
Who you used to be
You don't know why
You'll never see.
He was always there
Funny and nice
He defended me
More than once or twice
He was deeply creative
Outside the box
Someone who dreams
When opportunity knocks
He was my friend
Sometimes my only
My never changing.
But that was phony.
You left behind who you used to be
Then again so did I
The new you would clip my wings
But now I'm free.
