everything is different and will never be the same;
yet somehow I find comfort in that type of pain;
knowing it means you'll never say my name;
connected to a million counts of blame;
you won't tell me I'm not pretty or that i talk too much;
you won't tell me that everytime i say anything it's just a big fuss;
you will let me be and I will flee;
and maybe even eventually I'll see;
that I had to grow and you did not know;
that everything has changed and will never be the same.













