Someone new

Do you remember those careless days?
when I couldn't wait to see you,
But now you've changed in too many ways.
Do you remember the things we used to do?
Before you changed and became someone new.

You used to like green, now you like red.
We used to laugh at the funny things.
Now you laugh at me, mess with my head.
Now I feel like an old guitar with no strings.
Whatever happened to what we used to be?

Remember you used to make me laugh
When I didn't even want to smile.
But they've led you along the wrong path,
You've changed your attitude, you've changed your whole style.
Why can't you see what you're doing to me?

I tried to help you, keep the sky blue,
But you're gone and you're never coming back.
Now you've left me and they've stolen you.
You used to live right but now you've lost track
Of every single thing that you used to be.

I guess that it is all over now
But I will always remember;
When I couldn't wait to see you.
Before you changed in too many ways.
Remember the things that we used to do
Before you changed and became someone new.

Megan White wrote:Do you remember those careless days?
when I couldn't wait to see you,
But now you've changed in too many ways.
Do you remember the things we used to do?
Before you changed and became someone new.

Too vague. Every line is literally a smoky concept with no foundation to support it. "Changed in too many ways"...why do you need to tell us that? It's just haze, immaterial and pointless because I'm assuming you're going to expand on this a little later on since you mentioned it. This whole stanza is unnecessary. It's basically an introduction that could be written in one line, that's been stretched to five.

You used to like green, now you like red.
We used to laugh at the funny things.
Now you laugh at me, mess with my head.
Now I feel like an old guitar with no strings.
Whatever happened to what we used to be?

Remember you used to make me laugh
When I didn't even want to smile.
But they've led you along the wrong path,
You've changed your attitude, you've changed your whole style.
Why can't you see what you're doing to me?

This is sounding more and more like a pop song, and that's not a good thing. The rhetorical questions are getting old; once is enough (and even that sounds cliched to a great extent), get rid of the second one. I do see why you started with concrete ideals and then progressed to the abstract, but that progression was so abrupt and uncalled for that it was like tripping and falling off a cliff. Concrete, then BANG, abstract. Nothing in between.

There needs to be something in between these examples, and by that, I mean paint a story of how small differences mutated into large ones, of how the tiniest of peccadilloes turned into something more sinister and unexpected.

I tried to help you, keep the sky blue,
But you're gone and you're never coming back.
Now you've left me and they've stolen you.
You used to live right but now you've lost track
Of every single thing that you used to be.

"Tried to help"? "They"? "Every single thing"? These are foggy. If this is written to a specific person and you intend only for him to read it, fine, but do know that when you post it on a writing website, nobody's going to have any clue what you're talking about unless you clarify - and that means nobody's going to be able to help you in regards to these lines.

I guess that it is all over now

Why "guess"? You're writing a poem, not doing an improvisation in which you need to throw out filler words while you collect your thoughts. Rid yourself of those two words "I guess".

But I will always remember;
When I couldn't wait to see you.
Before you changed in too many ways.
Remember the things that we used to do
Before you changed and became someone new.

I'm not sure how these are any different from the first stanza, or the second or third, really. It's basic repetition of ideas, boring and doing nothing for the reader. Why waste valuable space in your poem with so many meaningless lines? Finish the poem, don't just end it. There needs to be emotion, some sort of catharsis to make the reader really feel what you're feeling, and the ending is the most important part. Scrap this entire stanza and write about the big picture if you must, or even be original and bring it back down to a single example that hints of something more.

Hope that helped.