Change
No matter how hard I try
I cannot escape it
I could try to fly,
But I would never make it.
I could try to run
I could get up and leave
I could say it's no fun
I could say it's okay and try to believe.
But no matter what I do
No matter where I hide
Change will find me, it's true
It could be behind, in front, or beside.
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