Out of all the things I miss, I miss me the most.
Yes; I miss me, I miss my soul, my personality, my attitude, I miss everything that made me who I used to be.
It's not easy loosing who you are, whats harder is getting it back.
I thought I got me back, but no i didn't. I am in denial, covering up this horrible self with... denial.
Funny is what it is, what's left of me?
I did all what i thought I'd never do...
I want to be strong,
I want to be selfish,
I want to care about me and me only,
I want to live up to my expectations,
I want to be me...
I don't want to live for tomorrow and forget today,
I don't want to care about those who will not bring something into my life,
I don't want to lie,
I don't want to be something I am not...
I woke up happy today, thought I could actually make something out of it,
But that wasn't happiness, that was just a high; I high from exactly what I detest about myself...
I know whats right, and i know whats wrong...
I know what is expected of me...
I know what I want and I know how to get it.
But knowing itself is not enough, at this point I need more than knowing,,
I need that push, that wake up call...
I want to be left alone, alone to end what I started...
I want to be left alone,
Why is it I hurt those who would benefit the most from my isolation by just keeping to myself?