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i just.. miss the way i used to be

before anyone had noticed me

my eyes were clear and saw perfectly

exactly how they deserted me

i miss the way i used to think

before my heart ever had the chance to sink

my mind was solid

my heart wasn't sore

now i can barely feel it anymore

i miss the way i was before

i ever came into this world

and was torn apart by insignificance

but my heart was kind and full of joy

was never noticed by a boy

so innocence was something that i clung

i miss the way i used to be

before i became unhappy

before i ever knew wrong from right

i miss the way i used to live

when i had nothing to ever give

when the most i had was

the person that i was

now everything can be offered

the tiny bits of my spirit - slaughtered

and as hopeless as i am

wish is one thing i still can

and i wish i could be the way i used to

before i ever did what i want to

i miss everything

from before i could think

i just miss

innocence