I knoww you. Well, no, I knew you. A long time ago. When you were still nice and when we were together. When I loved you and you loved me back. I knew the old you. The nice and funny guy. The one who always made me blush, smile, and giggle. Now I’m not sure I know you anymore, but I don’t know if I’d want to. Because the new you, well, you still make me laugh and blush, but I don’t giggle. And you also make all the tears come down. Rushing through my face, burning on my cheeks, killing all the peace my soul contains.