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Why must we change?
I never set out to be the person I am today.
Explaining my childhood I cannot say...
what can I say about it?
Outcast of my school,
outcast of my neighborhood.
I am disabled to say I remember playing 'ball with the guy's.
There has only been one person at my side.
Tragically lately I have found his betrayal.
Each man has many parts to fulfill only to be hacked apart by their reasoning of stupidity.
Why must change be gradual?
If it was sudden then perhaps we could go back.
But as it is happening...
why don't we try to stop?
We never look back, we never contemplate.
We remember the days we were at peace...
but why don't we remember the day we changed?
