As I go on my way in the morning hour rush
A tear from my eye I have to brush,
Still they keep welling up threatening to spill
Despite me trying to stop them I think they will.
Things will now be very different from today
I`ll have to get used to them being that way,
`Change` is something that I always hate
But now this is not up for debate.
"You`re not yourself, you`re not bubbly today
What is it that can make you feel this way"?
Do I say "my heart is crying inside"?
No, `cause my inner feelings I try to hide.
My days will no longer be the same
But just to get thru` them is my aim.
