I am not who I used to be,
it's the change of tone in my voice,
the soft sobs that come from my bedroom,
it's the memories of the dead me,
the little girl with the miracle smile,
the sweet little girl who thought she could change the world,
maybe I am still her but the thing that has changed most,
more than my smile,
more than my looks,
more than my personality,
it's that the reason I am not her anymore is because I am He.
