One day, I'll be free.
One day, you'll see.
One day, we'll all have the key.
But only after a million tears.
This is the Tragedy of Change.
How we hurt each other is quite strange.
My cries' volume ranges.
Nobody comforts me. I seem to mourn for years.
All I wanted was to stay.
But I had to learn the hard way.
Here lies a horrible day.
The halls are full of empty cheers.
Everyone watches as I fall.
Just keep drinking alcohol.
I don't stand as tall.
Full of encompassing fears.
I don't speak out loud.
There's quite a crowd.
Hoots and Hollers, opposite of proud.
Demons have replaced my peers.
My tormentors, my friends.
Another taunt, a hand no one lends.
Not trying to keep up with trends.
My head is full of the spitted leers.
This is the Tragedy of Change.
How we hurt each other is quite strange.
My cries' volume ranges.
Nobody comforts me. No more turning of the gears.
Soon enough, I'm in everyone's chat.
Just another passing rat.
No one should be treated like that.
But I'm just another passing gossip that appears.
This is the Tragedy of Change.
And how we hurt each other is quite strange.
