Why they always want him in my eyes,
I am petrified when they tell me to give him a chance again.
As I never want to leave my space,
The place I’ve created with all the happiness and grace.
He made me what I am today, I understand
He never shaped me into a piece of art,
This is my masterpiece, I’ve moulded all by myself.
So why do you see him in me, where is it hidden my identity!
I never cried over the loss, I always made myself strong,
When I hear you calling me
characters I have never played
I shatter more than I assemble myself.
Why do you see him in my eyes?
Do you when I see him I am petrified!