Can’t be

I see you driving your old car in the    pavements of the 14th street
You called me but I pretend not to hear you at all.
Remembering your presence makes me so weak that I have to spoke
All the memories i have to remember and told,
That I am not the same girl You used to hold in an artwork
I can’t be the same thing you ignored a thousand times to escape what has been hidden for more.
I can’t be your alice in a wonderland who you could hypnotize into childhood fantasies
And I can’t be the same reason for you to dump an innocent heart back to its misery