you've mistaken.

"At the end of the day it's how you are".

But I'm not the girl you make yourself believe I am.
I'm no longer the sort of pure you speak of.

So every time you point out any good in me,
as you speak of someone else's bad,
I flinch and cringe on the inside.

When you're still you, just no longer you,
and you do good, just not that sort of good-

You know what I mean?

That I no longer have all that I saved for last.
That I go against all the things I said I couldn't condoned.
That I've lost what you thought you had because you were a bit too late.

I'm never on time anymore.
I'm not the me I know.

-riri-