stuff changes. its funny what a winter break can do. like in relationships. like we broke up. and now we're better than we've ever been, and it feels so small, but in those moments it was monumental. *** ode to the new things aren't always as they seem. a nightmare could be just a dream. instead of whisper, let you scream and from your eyes let fall a stream. know your soul has endless range and know when it's simply time to change it could be hunger or just greed but don't deny it's what you need don't be afraid to just let go. it's okay to just not know you can wander to and fro just remember you run your show. never words could steal the truth their meaning caught in a photo booth the pictures show their every whim to every her and every him i can still see it in your eyes, but always your mouth the truth defies you can still wear your disguise just don't get caught up in your lies hell shall never know a fury like woman's scorn or mother's worry although such things may seem remiss count on that star to make your wish so here is my ode to the new for every me and every you so you can turn your grey skies blue and to erase your tears to few so one day soon or far away please remember me that day and remember that i said you will you will laugh and you can feel