aye, what do you know about time passing
you doing anything other then what you used to
passing the window you used to sit at everyday and listen to the birds chirp
as if it was just another window
opening the saved page from the book that you used to read over and over
because of the story it told to you
walking past the piano you used to sit at for hours coming up with new sounds
because you could feel the feeling
trying on that shade of lipstick that you got so many compliments on and about
because you remember how good you felt
slipping into that short dress and heels you used to wear on a date with him
because he would stare at every part of you
and wondering what happened to those moments when you smiled going through your day and thinking "what changed" because in the end you don't walk past that window or read that book you don't play that piano or wear that lipstick that dress doesn't make you feel the same and the heels hurt your feet
why did you change