Change...
Some nights, I don't want to change,
just remain in my own way,
because many times I get so lost in proving myself
that I don't even recognize the reflection staring at me,
all with despair.

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Change...
Some nights, I don't want to change,
just remain in my own way,
because many times I get so lost in proving myself
that I don't even recognize the reflection staring at me,
all with despair.