You are angry in such a childish way. I can't see the light that once surrounded you and made you luminous. You are losing the power you were born with. The power I fell in love with. You're turning yourself off.
To regret, and hate, to claim and demand, will take you no where but a long way down.
I thought the years would make you wiser, but they just turn you blind.
I really tried to help you see.
But you just covered your eyes with your hands, as a child naively hiding behind his own darkness.
Hope you find your path quickly, 'cause time flies away.
One thing is definite: you won't have this years back if you give them away now.
Can't you see?
You were once beautiful.
You were once loved.