I would have told my own prophecy
in a landscape that only I would see
I would have worked to keep everything
just like things here have always been
I would have tried to get into touch
with people that I would misjudge
I would have wanted a family
to get out of a twisted mentality
But I couldn't change it
What if I arranged it?
Am I just a strange fit?
How could I change it?
Should I have tried to stop words 'bout cliffs,
drowning, cutting and monoxide's gifts?
Should I have tried to shut my ears,
when sharp words had my chest pierced?
Should I have tried to stay in touch,
even though it thought I was too much?
Should I have said the words I felt,
although they could have been repelled?
But I did not change it
I wish I exchanged it
I don't feel I'm worth it.
How could I even change it?
In a dark night,
the moon on the other side,
I had a lot of time to think
It snuck past my mind,
I'd be just fine,
but I had started to sink
Said what any other day I'd just think.
Some other night,
I had just cried,
was not alright,
too much fright,
But I saw another day,
and another one,
even if it was not okay.
Maybe I can change it
And if I can't, if I can't,
I'll take it with grace and wit
Maybe I can change it
I will try to face it
and someday outrange it.
Do I wanna change it?
