You stand in front of me,
but I don't recognize the guy I used to see.
Your ever-present smile is missing,
images of sins, lies, and crimes lie in your eyes.
Who are you?
I came upon a whim,
hoping to find you here.
But this isn't really you, is it?
You've left to try and find something.
Who are you?
I blink back tears,
Of rage,
Of hope,
Of curiosity.
The innocence you used to hold is gone.
Who are you?
You've been gone for a while now.
The person you used to be is but a fading memory.
Though I can't help to pray for you to return,
To the person you used to be.
