Not who i was years ago,

the Shadows hide my old self well.

Turned myself into my own foe.

Scratches on my wrist don't show.

Most days i feel i might excel,

not who i was years ago.

my pale skin looks like snow.

The self hatred still likes to dwell.

Turned myself into my own foe.

i can still see red flow.

But i never really liked the smell,

not who i was years ago.

Wasn't trying to let myself go.

Didn't even realize how far i fell.

Turned myself into my own foe.

Learned to keep my tears from overflowing,

but when life became an unknown hell,

turned myself into my own foe.

Not who i was years ago.