I don’t want to sound cliché, but that’s all I have been. I don’t want to be a fake, but I’m more of an enemy than a friend. I’m a copy and paste, a shortcut to the end. I rest my case, I’m as cliché as it gets.
I’m the same, I’m same, but just think a little different than a year ago, a year ago I spoke but never listened. I haven’t changed, I haven’t changed except for the clothes that protect my skin, Well if that’s the case, then I’m the same but just with a better wardrobe.