I've never been one to cope with change well,
It messes with my head, tires me out.
It's been a hard year, I've done things I can't take back.
I've still got marks on my skin that won't fade.
I broke down and fell out with my world,
But couldn't be a better person and forgive myself.
Every time I have a chance to improve I always end up making the same wish.
Did I put too much trust into hands of fair-weather friends with brittle fingers?
And all the hours I've spent, staring at ripples, have brought me no answers.
I keep myself up at night with all these thoughts,
Sweating through the pillow, grasping for sleep.
The fireworks in the summer air fail to flicker and fade,
but, no matter how warm it gets, my hands are always cold.