I can stand the rain
but cant stand some change
I liked how things were
But that way of thinking is worse
in my bag with the opening zipped up
couldn't breathe
not enough room to hiccup
but broken pieces always get picked up
because they have to
cant go on in life being half you
but I'm going nots like cashew
kicked out the fast food
now bad moves
lead me to add to
the things I've yet to change