changed:

you say i’ve changed
i think i see it.
how indifferent i must seem…
and when it happened
i’m not so sure,
i think i just got swept away.

so now i sit
i reminisce…
about the things i used to love.
my friends and home
are still the same,
yet they seem so very foreign.

i think it comes with age.
i think it comes with change.
i think it would have come all the same.

we grow up.
we grow apart.
we grow insensitive,
when we’ve been hurt.

you say i’ve changed.
i think it comes with age.

we grow indifferent,
when we lose our way….
when we lose ourselves.