They say to me “you’ve changed”
What an asinine thing to say
Did you expect me to remain the same after being shattered day after day?
Disappointment clouds the windows of my soul
And holds back what I’ve got inside from showing the world
Invest every ounce of my being in hopes and goals
And every time I move on from the last devastation
Put all my effort into new concentrations I fail
I fail time and time again
But I invest so much of myself into every endeavor
And when the pieces of me are too brittle to weather the storms
I fall apart
And just like your great-aunt’s favorite vase that fell down when you were playing
You can duct tape the pieces together but it never resembles the original
I fill the cracks in my psyche with hope and desire for a better life
A day when I can wake up and retire from depression
But I’m like Sisyphus pushing that rock up the hill
I get halfway there and despair consumes my energy and will
The rock rolls back down the hill and I’m holding broken pieces of my life
Wondering if super glue can fix this mess as well
Wind and water and life erode the remains of who I am
And the pieces never go back together the way they used to fit
But I still put them back together
I no longer resemble the ideal version of me
I’ve broken down so many times I don’t remember the original version of me
I take three steps forward and twelve steps back
In the process losing more and more of my willingness to be me
To be vulnerable
It’s so easy for those starry-eyed bambi wannabes to tell you just to smile
But I don’t see the point in smiling when all I can do is grimace
The scarred cheeks missing laugh-lines and instead covered in tear tracks
The focus is on functionality and not on looking pretty doing it
Every time disappointment comes knocking it knocks a little harder than before
So yeah, I’ve fucking changed.
Robert Frost is the reason I started writing and he said nothing gold can stay
What do you expect from someone who started out as misshapen clay?
The kiln has really run me through
I’m still here
I still writev I still crack jokes and drink too much and pick you up at three in the morning
If I’ve changed it’s because change is better than stagnation
Desperation has driven me to become who I am today
There’s only change
So yeah, I’ve fucking changed
Now here’s my question
Why the hell do you seem to think you’ve stayed the same?
What an asinine thing to say
Did you expect me to remain the same after being shattered day after day?
Disappointment clouds the windows of my soul
And holds back what I’ve got inside from showing the world
Invest every ounce of my being in hopes and goals
And every time I move on from the last devastation
Put all my effort into new concentrations I fail
I fail time and time again
But I invest so much of myself into every endeavor
And when the pieces of me are too brittle to weather the storms
I fall apart
And just like your great-aunt’s favorite vase that fell down when you were playing
You can duct tape the pieces together but it never resembles the original
I fill the cracks in my psyche with hope and desire for a better life
A day when I can wake up and retire from depression
But I’m like Sisyphus pushing that rock up the hill
I get halfway there and despair consumes my energy and will
The rock rolls back down the hill and I’m holding broken pieces of my life
Wondering if super glue can fix this mess as well
Wind and water and life erode the remains of who I am
And the pieces never go back together the way they used to fit
But I still put them back together
I no longer resemble the ideal version of me
I’ve broken down so many times I don’t remember the original version of me
I take three steps forward and twelve steps back
In the process losing more and more of my willingness to be me
To be vulnerable
It’s so easy for those starry-eyed bambi wannabes to tell you just to smile
But I don’t see the point in smiling when all I can do is grimace
The scarred cheeks missing laugh-lines and instead covered in tear tracks
The focus is on functionality and not on looking pretty doing it
Every time disappointment comes knocking it knocks a little harder than before
So yeah, I’ve fucking changed.
Robert Frost is the reason I started writing and he said nothing gold can stay
What do you expect from someone who started out as misshapen clay?
The kiln has really run me through
I’m still here
I still writev I still crack jokes and drink too much and pick you up at three in the morning
If I’ve changed it’s because change is better than stagnation
Desperation has driven me to become who I am today
There’s only change
So yeah, I’ve fucking changed
Now here’s my question
Why the hell do you seem to think you’ve stayed the same?