Where'd that time go? Back when respect meant something. And when I asked you to stop How can you make me feel smaller than I already do? It's reasons like this I say I'm never coming back. But still, here I stand, on familiar ground. Wearing the same thing as so many times before. Those thoughts aren't what they used to be. Now you've grown into what I was. Something I never really liked. Someone I never want to know. Just becase I measure success, On a different scale, Doesn't mean they don't weigh the same.