growth is a scary thing, so is staying the same
time will come, and you'll have to bear a new name
you will shed your skin and unwantedly bleed through it
pain and pleasure will consume you bit by bit

your mirror will be the window of different people
all your lived lives will fill up your only soul
fragments of who you were and what you will be
will make you a broken piece or an entirely new entity

friends will become strangers, and dreams will be forgotten
home will become an unfamiliar place, and you'll be lost again
lessons will give you new eyes, and the world will seem to change
only then will you realize that life is so much more strange

you will always look for that happiness you once felt
you will find it frozen in time, and you'll beg for it to melt
the magic of childhood, now dead and far from its prime
you might find yourself wishing to go back in time

growth is a wonderful thing, so is staying the same
sometimes, you'll hate to wear your new name
but what is past but a thing only meant to be remembered
no one can run from their destiny to be altered