｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡A little bit late, but this is for day 19 of Songtober "Good Mourning". I wrote it about how we are always changing, nothing stays the same, except us. And at the same time, even we change. Like my favourite poet (Pete Wentz), once said, "baby seasons change but people don't." ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:
Mourning comes and I don't recognize myself anymore
Every single day I mourn the person I was, but I'm excited for the person I'll become
Kids remind me of me
And that's how I know I grew
Even if shopping is still my therapy
I'm not the girl I once was
If you want to be like me when you grow up
Well, good luck
If you took the time to know me
You'd know I'm not just visually pretty
My brother was obsessed with dinosaurs
Now he's into politics
One time I wrote something like
I'm too noisy for a town, but too quiet for a city
It's like I'm in the middle and I'm a walking contradiction.
Cadence is the name I adopted from a penguin
And I'm a walking contradiction
Good Mourning, Bye Bye Hell
Sometimes I don't know if I can do it anymore
But I have to
Same weirdo, different age
And I can't disappoint her
prechorus
My parents lived together
Now I have two beds
chorus
I was about to let the world consume me
And scream at innocent people
Someone was harsh on them so they were harsh on me
But I knew better, I know better
And I'm too young to be this nostalgic
It's human nature, my human nature
It's my turn to chase after a rabbit
And get lost in this dimension
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