we used to play a game about what we liked.
I liked the color blue,
and you liked the color purple.
You liked dancing;
you’re not yourself anymore.
You liked my favourite colors instead of purple.
You started singing with your croaky voice,
instead of dancing gracefully.
It was then I found out
you’re not you anymore.
You looked at all those slim girls in the magazines;
tricked by Photoshop;
and had eating disorders.
You stopped dancing;
and still sang with a croaky voice no matter what.
It was then
You’re not yourself.