The Closet Monster Relocated

These past 3 months
Have never been the same,
I'm falling back so much
That I can't remember my name.

We both killed each other
And we walked our separate ways,
At least this way we both win your game.
We both smile,
We both see right through,
And I know this sounds cliche
But I'm nothing like you.

I don't get it and
I don't understand it,
But all I know is,
I am done with you.
Who thought, who knew?
I'm done with you.
As if right on cue,
The new you fell through.