I miss you.
But you’re so different now;
you’re not you who you used to be.
You’re a different kind of you.
I feel like- I don’t know this version of you.
Or should I say, this side of you?
Is this you really you?
Could it be that you were hiding you all this while?
Why didn’t you show this you to me?
If you did, I wouldn’t miss you as much as I do right now.
I wouldn’t have to figure out which you is you.
You should’ve just sticked to being you.
If you were you and what happen now is just you changing,
hence this you must be the new you.
And I don’t miss the new you.
I miss you.
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.
