It’s like something took hold of you, a monster of greed,
A monster of pride and high self esteem.
You wallowed in lust for a person that wasn’t there.
You spent hours in your closet searching for the prettiest clothes to wear.
Hour after hour, we would hear your big mouth talk,
Over and over you talked about your perfected walk.
It seems so distant but I remember when,
You would see me fall down and pick me up again.
And sometimes at night when my room goes dark,
I wonder what happened to the girl with the kind heart.