Don't try to understand me, because you don't.
Don't try to bend and break me, because you won't.
I can see right through you, you have nothing left to hide
Don't try to tell me that I'm lost and that I'll never see the light.
These years have come and gone, so has my sanity.
Every single detail has changed everything inside of me.
I can't judge who I am, thats still a pretty big mystery
Rest assured, though, nobody will ever fucking change me.
Theres an anaology to me that seems pretty much right
I'm a wine with a delicate taste, you come to like it over time.
These years have come and gone, nothing will ever be the same
Honestly, I can't tell you what brought on this drasstic change.
| Theres a time in your life, where you just... aren't the same. |
Now this is really creative, m'dear.
And I truly mean that. I love the sly, "Drasstic" and the poem's origin as well. The words are pretty profound as they slowly convey a sad and solemn message; evenstill, it linges with determination. Something to admire in your blood. Keep up the amazing work.