Compare.

"Say something I'm giving up on you"

I just hate it when I find myself comparing people whom I've just met with people whom I've known for ages. And of course all that I would find are flaws in these new people around.

It is simply not fair for me to do so I know. I can't help it though.

To keep wishing that I still am living in the past, with the people from those times. Old good times.

I do have fun with these new people, but there's like a hole, a huge hole punched through my very heart, that no one around has the correct piece to seal the hole anymore. It just won't quite fit.

To keep waiting silently for things to return to the way they used to.

I miss you. I miss us.