I am not who I was before
The man ‘twas me I so deplore
He’s hanging, cuffed, and sins no more
Locked deep behind my closet door
In darkness he now dwells, alone
His mem’ry cuts straight to the bone
It weighs me down like rock and stone
And hates that I’ve, at last, outgrown
People change, I can attest
All my wrongs I have confessed
If hatred can’t forgive, lay rest
Your mind is but infant, at best
Perfection does not dwell in thee
Forever, it’s an absentee
Look in the mirror and you’ll see
No better you are that, than me
