I want myself back, but the truth is I never had myself to begin with.
I want my hope back, but the last bit that I did have you placed beneath your withered shoes.
I want my laugh back, but you’re gone and that was something only you could get out of me.
I want my butterflies back, but they died and rotted away when our relationship did so.
I want my love back, but you moved on and gave it all to someone else.
I want my home back, but that was something I built within you and there is no getting that back. I'm left with a colorless room and no furniture to fill the empty space.