Transparent.

You, my dear, are like crystal glass.
Brittle, breakable and equally transparent.

It's funny of how much people can change. But some, just don't.. At all

That's why I want to get out of here
Out of this place and away from, every, memory.

There's too little honesty and genuineness you've once harbored.

Contempt under a thin layer of sickly sweetness.

You, are like crystal glass.
Brittle, breakable, transparent.

Neither I hate nor I despise. Cause I even have lost the sense to.

This girl right here, is just regretful.. Of how small you have become.