She is this.
She is that.
She is everything but your past.

She is wonderful.
She is light.
She is your entier life.

She smells great.
She feels good.
She knows more then she should.

She is understanding.
She holds your heart.
She would NEVER tare your world apart.

She is all you believe in.
Losing her is everything you cant stand.

Your this.
Your that.
Your everything, including my past.

Your wonderful.
Your light.
Your the one who took my life.

You smell great.
You feel good.
You know to much more then you should.

You are misunderstanding.
You hold my heart.
You tore my world apart.

You are all I ever believed in.
Losing you I just couldnt stand.

To you

I was this.
I was that.
I WAS everything that could tare your world apart.

I WAS wonderful.
I was light.
I was your life.

I smelled great.
I felt good.
I knew nothing I should.

I was misundering apperently.
I held your heart.
I could have tore your world apart.

I was all you believed in.
I was the one loing you couldnt stand.

This is that.
And that is this.
She is what You are what I was