Who was i a year ago? The fragments of memories linger in my head yet it doesn't feel like mine The things I once loved i don't do anymore The music I used to listen to I don't hear anymore The friends I had now strangers I don't think like I used to I don't dress like I used to My hair isn't like it used to It happens slowly and beautifully Change touches me with her paint brush I go about my day everyday clueless Then I feel her paint brush touch my face And I stop to look at myself Am a whole new painting Each color glue to my skin All I have are memories To my soulmate I hope you love all versions of me I would love all versions of you Change never stops she keeps painting till I take my last breath Am an human canvas to change