The pieces left one day
And I became a shell
Hallowed and cleaned

Then they all ran
They all ran from me
Saying it was me who fled

I still have my blood
I still have my hair
Maybe my eyes are a little more dead

Maybe my thoughts are more somber
Maybe my heart holds more anger
Maybe I am simply getting older

Maybe they can't relate

But to be afraid of the truth
What a pathetically sad way to be
As I mope in the comforting cloud of self pity

Change made me different
But change did not set me free

And everyone knew it
Everyone
Except for me