They say to get over someone, to get under someone

I admit the thought crossed my mind

Turns out self destruction is no longer my thing

I can’t find that girl

That girl you used to know

I look in the mirror

I look at old photos

I hear an old song

She left me with echos from the laughs

She left me with echos from the screams

She left me with echos from the moans

She used to sleep in my bed

She’s used to cry till dawn

She’s used to imagine you with her and her and her…..

Because quality over quantity wasn’t your thing

She put you in a win, win situation but somehow you managed to lose

I can’t find the girl you used to know

She is me, but I’m not her