Changes

Here I stand alone through the night, with this weight upon my heart,

it will not go away. In my head I keep on looking right back to the start wondering what it was that made you changed.

Everybody is the same, just different faces, different names.

I rather keep things to myself than utter them out, I rather have a small diary with me to note down my hitches with everyone around me.

There are many roads to take in our lives, some to joy, some to heartache, anyone could lose their way.

What if I said that we could turn it back to the start, would you take the chance and make the change? Do you think how it would have been sometimes, if I’d stayed, if you’d tried. But I had to draw the line, still this question keep spinning on my mind but it doesn’t matter anymore.