Both,
both of these things,
both of these things they are not you,
not the real you and the jealousy,
and the bitterness,
that comes from a broken heart,
well, you had it rough,
but you were never like this before,
before you had heartbreak,
before you had tragedy in love,
before you suffered such agony,
you were truly a different person,
and I wish,
I could get back the old you,
I wish I could get back the old you,
but you cannot seem,
to revert to the previous you,
and jealousy and bitterness comes,
as if at the flick of a switch,
and so quickly off you go,
quickly off you go,
into the combative you,
and you fight everyone you do,
you fight everyone you do,
and you do not clearly see these days,
you do not see clearly it is true,
and I wish you could get back,
get back to the old you,
because how much better you were,
and this bitterness in you,
it should not be,
it should not be in you,
no, no, no, it is not you,
and oh, how painful it is,
to watch it in you,
the you,
that lashes out at everyone that you care about,
like you do,
like you do.
