can’t sang the same old songs with the same melodies

people feel different they can’t all sound the same

strange how you lull yourself into seeing things as you are taught they should be

all the while denying what it is you actually see

the friend who used to move mountains has dropped them on your head

and one that told others of her hatred for you has now become a close friend

you just have to realize that every so often you have to rewind the film

it’s the only way you can make sense of all these things

i wouldn’t try to tell you a plan you should make

but it would change long before the pen gave out of ink

but you should try to accept that nothing stays the same

some days you will be okay with that and some days it will cause you pain

i was running after a shadow of someone i once knew

before they were obscured from my vision by pills and alcohol

i would have liked to shed them but the people driving the train

thought it better to let it travel as far as it could and let my life just fade away

because i could never sang the same old songs with those worn out melodies

and the price i paid for the song i sang was the life i never got to live