For a couple years there, I didn't appreciate the value of a good night's rest.
It's another late night, when must I get up?
Am I tired or am I not? Should I sleep or stay up?
It's another long night, what is it this time around?
Is it homework or is it friends? Is it love or something else?
There are times like these when I look back at myself
And I know I've changed, I know I'm not the same
I can't ever go back
Who would want to anyway?
I know I've certainly changed
I know I'm not the same
If who I was then saw who I am now
My former self would be furious that I'd sold out
I'd look at me now, curse, and call me foolish
I'd call my happiness fake and my reality false
Is it the people, the places, myself, or just time?
Something somewhere has caused me to change
And I really must wonder how I got to where I am
Even a year ago nothing seemed quite the same