Death to my old way of life, bring on the new; br Ever I am changing, if only I knew what to do; br Can I stay the way that I am and love those who loved me; br Or must I live alone and change, but for what and who... there is now only me; br I loved, but what good did it do to love the ones I loved before, br The ones who ironically I still admire and adore, br Even though they do not love me anymore; br What good did it do to repent of my wicked ways br To the ones who were in the path of my previous days; br To what extent must I forgive those who don't care about me, br Without selfishly holding on, to who I was or even who I want to be? br These questions may not make sense to you, but to me they plague my soul; br I am unhappy, and wondering when my heart will be complete again and whole; br I am unhappy, not because of them, but because I cannot please them at all; br I am very fragile and weak, and no longer do I stand tall, br For I am ashamed of the past, and hope this shame does not forever last; br Inside my soul the weather there is rough, overcast.