Eight months ago who was I?
Eight full moons away was it?
Oh how different inside am I,
Oh how much can change, can't it.

I have grown more vain,
but some would call that just confidence.
I think for why, I can explain
A metamorphosis did commence.

For I am not the same love crossed fool
who could not see past his own foot.
Now this fool sees, with the clarity of hindsight,
That you were not the one for me.

As I witness more of the moons,
I feel more the buffoon.
All because Eight months ago,
You struck me down oh so low.