Who is it that looks back in the mirror
I don’t know her anymore
The thought of death killed something inside of me
There I stare at the grave of myself
Here lies the part of me that no longer breathes
Who I lost was worth the sacrifice to become who I see
Yet there are moments where I wish to go back to how things used to be
Disturb the ground I tendered and pull her out of her resting place
And hold on to familiarity
But for me to go back to the old me
Would mean giving up on who I could be

Moi X