Why is change good?
What happend to if it aint broke don't fix it?
I used to be in a good time in my life
The days sped by and the nights were a blink
Now I go through the motions and hope I dont sink.
I slowly try to climb back up to where I was
Back up to where I hope to be
I don't fail
I just find millions of ways that won't work
Each pushing me further to where I am and where I want to be
I have changed in ways that my closest friends would'nt recognize me from years ago.
I accept that and would'nt try to be back where I was
I want to be somewhere better
The past only gave me a taste of what I want
I am determined to change and overcome
I'll still be me
Not broken but fixed.