Language disorder

I met you when I was twenty one
Now all that hopeful spirit is long gone
I met you when I was able to see the sun
and bruises were easy to be undone.

I saw you when you were twenty two
Sneakers, ripped denim, messy hairdo
I say you when smiling was all you’d do
and golden was it all before it turned blue.

You met me when my hair was long
Brave, clueless, doubtlessly strong
You met me when we were never truly wrong
and it was so easy just to write a song.

You met me and you yearned me but forgot
Can’t blame you, never told you lies were not
You met me and you hurt me but got caught
For you there’s nothing I wouldn’t have fought.