Change

 
 
 
 
The truth is I hate change 
I've always hated it
Yeah yeah it's for the better so they say
But if that's so, then why was I most happy 
When I had a lot of friends 
And when I used to laugh
And when I didn't care
People changed
Things changed
I changed
And I'm still changing
And
I. Just. Don't. Know. How. To. Deal. With. It.
 
-m.c.-

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