Who is this man?
I don’t recognize him anymore.
Something is different,
changed from before.
His face, his hands, those beautiful brown eyes,
all the same I remember them well.
But this man, standing before me,
is merely a shell.
She’s changed you so much,
in so little time.
I miss the old you, the happy you,
miss when you were mine.
So this is where I leave you,
in a love I hate to say,
Is as horrible as the one you gave me,
at the end of our days.
