"Things" don't change,

...we change.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4f33-gDaZ30

hours to waste turns into full weeks, 

then months, then into me
 a life long disease
the gray in your hair still means hope for me
that beauty won’t be hidden easily
that truth could still hold true for me

and you, i’m missing you

 i don’t want to, but I will
see the gray in your hair, angel
your beauty can’t be covered by insecurity

i hope the same truth would still hold true for me
cause i drowned in mine.

enough said, basically.

you cannot find yourself, within yourself

let me know when you want to step outside

i'll meet you there.