R.I.P To The Old Me
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
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