Breathing heavily

Shouting steadily

Mourning silly

Gone are the new, back are the old

No overcast on my shadows

Missing the fury, dull, numb me - from you

Back are the me, Here are the we

Stomping back, roaming out, lonely crazed hue

Walking along the halls that made us we

Fun, happy gone - Writing up, sobing down

No longer riding the roller coaster of you

Still dazed but rocking deadly. I am - me - again.