I hate people who think they "knew me when"

As if I was once true and now am false

A personality is a progression

Some wild twisting beast that never stops escaping from

itself

In the ghetto of winter

I traced my hand on a placemat

Drew your face with my eyes closed

Pretended I was eating with my favorite author

Pretending I was making him laugh

I just don't know how to feel

I just don't feel

But I wouldn't even notice

No, I wouldn't have any reason to care

If not for your complaint

I know that I make you unhappy

But what can I do?

I wasn't created just for you

Not just for you