Saying farewell to the man I once knew.
Saying hello to a man so foreign,
I hate this man.
I want the man I once knew,
to come back to me.
I want that caring man who once thought I was gold,
but I know he doesn’t exist anymore.
Did he ever really exist?
Or was it a fallacy of my heart?
Wanting so much to be a part of something, I was born not to be.
I should thank you, because I still have my feet to stand on.
But you should know,
you had no right to lead me on and hurt me so,
to believe you gave a damn
and that my feelings mattered,
when to you, or with you,
I became sad and sadder.
I thought you should know.
January 11, 2001