My Life of Before

I'm so happy - so utterly happy, I'm floating upon cloud nine; But far down below, I'm being towed into my life of before. You don't understand the way that I was (And I’m certain you don’t really care) I’m yours now, the way that you want it, Why should it matter what was? Perhaps because deep in my subconscious sleep, A part of me wants to be there. It subtly hints, then flickers, then sprints, Leaving me here with you. I love you, I do - I'll always be true, And yes, it's you that I want. I try to forget about how much it meant To be free as a bird in flight. You clipped my wings, And yes, it seems, I've fallen down into your arms. Don't misunderstand me, You're all that I want and need and love and desire. It's just that at times (Such as deep in the night) I hear a faint glimmer, or a tiny, slight whisper, Of memories of a life long ago, And then I remember... Those days long ago when I was free, Lost, but disc