look for me when you look me in the eyes.

am i still me ?

i think i’m loosing myself.

i’m a fragment of the girl i used to be.

that girl you once knew.

i don’t recognize this version of myself.

and i hope you never meet her.

i loose myself between the lines.

i find myself amongst the words.

why do i repeat these cycle?

is this what love does to you ?

or is it merely the illusion of love that does this to us ?

look for me when you look me in the eyes.

bring me back to myself.

i’m loosing myself.

and i’m loosing you too.