Noting changes.
Nothing grows.
Empty highs.
Empty lows.
I can't feel the warm,
And I can't feel the cold.
You try to make me happy,
And I try just for you.
But other than our trying,
Nothing else is new.
I worry I'll upset you,
If I can't make a change.
It's not fair of me,
To make you stay the same.
Don't let me drag you down with me.