ChangersI do not know the people that we are,because it's very difficult to see both you and me at once. And when I start to form myself into a man that's me, I'm lost inside the desert that I am. Back when I knew you first, and knew you well, I knew a girl who never gave a damn about the man I wished to be. And hell, I hardly did. But now, it's my desire to find myself. It's also clear you've grown, and really want to know me. Do not tire in knowing this: if all we've ever shown is that we're changers – shifting dunes of sand... you're precious, even sifting through my hands. |