Seems like the only me I can remember,
is the me that was struck with fear in December.

I forget that I used to inspire.
Oh yeah, I used to take people higher.

I used to smile their pains away.
I used to give them hope for a better day.

I even used to be genius at playing clarinet.
I used to toot that little horn with no regret.

I used to have dreams to uplift
and help others realize their gift.

I used to love this skin I'm in,
I used to show off my buck-teeth
with a huge grin.

I used to face fear with a smile,
I used to spiritually fight through the trials.

I used to laugh.
I used to believe.
I used to try.

What happened to the me I forgot?