You are not the person I expected you to be.
Not the person I used to love.
From the dreamer you were building fantasy’s
To a hardcore realist, it’s all about paying the bills.
You have stopped living and are now existing.
The spark of joy that was in your eye,
When you’d dream and create is gone.
You have slowed down,
Letting the stresses of this world get to you.
I can’t believe how you have changed,
Maybe it’s because you’re not being true to yourself.
I want to see that joy in your heart,
To see that excitement in your eyes,
When you talk of the things your achieving.
I want you back,
The person I used to love.
But now I just look at you,
In the mirror with tears in my eyes.