Shrill little voice,
A personality so big...
When did you become so small?

Filling your head with nonsense,
Your lungs with smoke,
Your heart with nothing at all.

Remember old times,
You and me...
What a mismatched pair.

You, a force of nature,
Pulling me out,
Anytime I would despair.

I will not judge you,
We all have a path,
and a way to cope.

And I will love you,
with my all of my sad heart,
and you can be sure that I will never lose hope.

You are more than they made you believe.