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Mood: Doesn't have one o:
Song: Unlaced/Willow ; Emilie Autumn <3

Things have gotten me thinking, babes.
About how easily someone can be forgotten.
About how easily things change.
Time moves on.
People move with it.
...
I'm scared.
...
I don't like change.
It overwhelms me.
I don't want to be forgotten.
I don't want to be lost.

People change.
They mold like clay.
Your silly to think they don't.
I don't like it.
Have I myself, the hater of change, changed?
I wonder.
Have the people themselves changed?
Or just their outward appearance.
Their...Persona.
...Are they still the same inside?
In their mind, heart, and soul?
Or has that too
Been taken over by the disease of change?
So many questions.

Can a relationship be patched back together?
After its been so torn and ripped?
Is it up to the people to fix that?
Or will fate itself fix things?
No.
People must fix what they have broken.
Time cannot.
Time may heal you.
But never repair you.
The pains still gonna be there, babe.

A broken doll can be fixed by the maker of the doll.
Not by the plumber,
teacher,
or brother.
The creator of the problem can fix the problem.
Friends involved cannot.
They may help.
But they can't fix what they, themselves, have not done.

Days pass.
Months.
Years.
Hell, even seconds.
Time is wasted
Time is wasted.
Another chunk of your life gone.
You can't go back,
You can't have that time back.
Ugh.
I'm going to stop writing now.
Kay thx.