Are you proud of who you’ve become?
She whispers to his picture.
Why has it become so hard to see me?
You appear in my dreams just so I can say
All the things I have been holding back.
I miss the way it was before.
If I told you these things,
They seem so simple in my mind,
Mere expressions of wanting,
You would appear emotionless
All feeling with a meaning of zero.
Perhaps you have more you wish to say
Perhaps you feel similarly
But I know your cool exterior
And heavily monitored reputation
Leaves you seemingly superior
And me seemingly small.