It's easier for society
To accept the image of a broke person
Than to allow that imagine to change
They will only ever see you at your worst
Until you show them your best
Society won't give you room to grow
So you have to make your own way
To hold on to a memory of someone
Will always be easier
Than trying to make new memories
With someone else
Because our experiences teaches us
To never get too attached
For the last person left
So we hold on to the past
In hope it changes our future
We stop changing
And hope to become someone else
We stop growing
And hope we never lose again