Change is a strange thing
The stop lights, the people, the wrinkles on your skin
How do you stop it
The hair on your scalp, the fade of your eyes, your heart
How do you make it stop
The love who you thought was your life, how you love, the way you think
How do you not change

one day
it will all be gone
where you are, who you're with
the memories will fade, the people you are with will move on
somehow, someway
you will have to figure out who you are, by your lonesome
moving on, forgetting the people and places you once loved

maybe if i take the pill bottle ill be happy forever
all the powder
that should be enough to keep me happy, right?
i don't know to express the feelings inside me
how do you say what you're indicating????

i laugh and my heart feels happy with you
but I'm
           numb
i don't feel it, maybe its the drugs
or maybe its just my heart got tired of feeling like its on a roller coaster
going up
only to come back down

someday my pain will mark you
you will realize why i had to leave
the stories will be all over you,
can't you find the clues?