Some call it changing,
But it means more than this…
It’s adapting, fitting in your skin,
Feeling comfortable underneath…
Underneath… what lies there?
A world-to-be of shadows and brightness,
I have to stop me from wanting…
Is this changing or evolution?
Am I able to cry?
Am I able to leave?
Am I able t feel?
I can’t be blamed, I’m running away from shame.
They ask me to bleed, but I’m out of blood,
It’s that simple, it’s over.