Things have changed, she now does things differently  What's done in the past shouldn't be brought up again my future is left all up to me  In the mirror she stills sees the same person  But in the inside it's completely different  The old her is dead and gone and she often misses it  It being the way she handled certain situations  People knew she died but they would never mention it  They say change is good but sometimes, learning to adapt is just quite frustrating  The old her is dead and gone, bury her in a pink casket and make sure you put red roses on the top  Stronger than ever she may fall but crumble? She will not