Too Many Changes
Changes are not always excepted, or ever anticipated
But this, I should have seen coming. This I should have sensed.
My brain, brought down by the fact of unguarded love, I didn't see this coming
I didn't understand what I was going through,
I didn't know what I was originally getting in to.
Is it right to stay with someone when you don't recognize yourself anymore?
When you don't know who you are?
…When you've become some entirely different from the original you;
The type of person that you despise and hate, the type of person you vowed never to be.
That is who I am now.
This is what you have made me.
How could I have let myself become this person,
How could I have let these disastrous changes take place?
The answer is not obvious to me.
I don't understand how love can change you into something bad,
How can something you're so in love with destroy you in the end?
Because this love isn't real, it isn't right.
Love doesn't equal change, not for anyone.
This is just too many changes for me.
Change is not my friend, love is not my friend,
And this is the end.
But I'll know that I'll regret it sooner or later, because I thought this was real,
I thought it was forever.
But I guess I was wrong.