There was a time that I wanted to cry.
I wanted to run. And scream. And hide
I wished there was a way to run from this life. I wished for a way to run from time.
Now it's different. I have no more fear. Some say that's a good thing. Others think not. I on the other hand have lost the will power to even care.
People change.
We grow up
It always happens
Time goes on
And so our story does too.
