It's too late.

Some times, you make me wish I could rewind the hands of time and go back to when everything was perfect, when you meant the world to me.

I suppose time changes everything doesn't it? I suppose I used to be some one else, and you used to be some one else.

And those two some one else matched, just like how our hearts used to be interlinked.

I don't want to remember, y'know. I want everything to just go back to the way it used to be. When I loved who I thought you were.

I'm tired of playing dress up, of pretending to be some one I'm not. But then just tell me, who doesn't pretend to be some one else? Who can say for sure that they are who they really are, instead of pretending to be another?

I wish some times, I could tell you how I feel, how I really feel deep inside, but it's impossible. It's too late.