Well we got our yearbooks at school...and this is what resulted. |
(Just a yearbook) Just a day When I thought Anything was possible But it all failed anyway And fall Fall on me I'm tired of being first But following is not who I want to be I want people to follow me And I want to be different But not different to you I want to be the one you want With my blue painted nails With my naturally changing hair color With my blue/green eyes And I don't want to miss you It's a sickening idea To miss a picture on a piece of paper To flip through pages to see Someone from a dream To find a piece of me in front of everyone I wanted to go back to the old me When I wasn't so shy And nothing ever scared me I didn't quite understand myself And what I could do with the power I held But I was blind to every mistake I made Change is just something that happens But I don't want it to happen I could go back and kick and scream That I never ever want it to happen But I'm different now, and you Are in my eyes now, and you Are the one I want The one I'm too shy for I'm just trying to prevent every mistake I might make But in the end the mistakes seem fixed With a camera and a tradition |