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