If I were to meet myself, I'd be disappointed.
Disappointed in everything I've become and not become.
For being silent and viewing everyone's happiness above my own,
For worrying too much
For being stressed and angry
For letting my relationship wither away to pathetic pieces of happiness,
I'd laugh in my face and tell myself to get a grip.
No excuses.
I'd say, "If you're not happy then do something about it and stop feeling sorry for yourself"
You can't lose what you've already lost
And I've already lost myself,
so what's there to lose?
