Unchanged

𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱

why is it so hard for me

to get a grip on my own life?

if I were all alone,

I'd be terrified.

 

I know

I can't do it alone...

I know 

I'll tough it out on my own.

 

if the glass comes falling

down like rain,

if the echoes bring

hymnals of pain,

if the blood pours over me,

you'll know I'm unchanged.

 

nothing is forever,

except maybe diamonds,

maybe I've been

blinded all the same.

you will see that I

remain unchanged.

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