Changed...

All the stuffed toys looking at me

Wondering are you the same who you used to be? 

Giggling behind my back and cuddling me again at lonely nights

Innocent me, unaware of everything used to feel delight

The spilled ketchup on the table drooling down drop by drop

Just like my heart, which was bleeding when I was singing in pain on the rooftop

They were right, change is a necessary evil

But I didn't know that would attract so many devils

My experiences kept getting piled up like books in a bookshelf

And when I opened them up, there was so much to learn from myself

At the end you've to wrap yourself in a blanket under the tree

Until it blesses you with some leaves which falls on your shoulder to set you free. 

            ~🅢🅗🅞🅤🅡🅨🅐 🅢🅤🅖🅛🅐