People never change, feelings do,
It was never me, always you.
Premonitions of others they carry,
Burdened with them they wary.
Thought of forgiving is replaced,
Ego and anger they embraced.
All are selfish, they always say,
Whilst the Sunshines, they make hay.
How hard you may try to your best,
For them you are below from the rest
Forgetting and moving on as easy as pie,
They make you feel worse even if you die.
Words are mightier than actions they know,
Grudges and resentment they will always tow.
Happiness of the past is forgotten in a blow,
As a part of their brain which will never grow.
I have learnt to walk in the middle of road
Neither good nor bad feelings I will bode.
Since People never change, feelings do,
It was never me, it was always you!
It was never me, always you.
Premonitions of others they carry,
Burdened with them they wary.
Thought of forgiving is replaced,
Ego and anger they embraced.
All are selfish, they always say,
Whilst the Sunshines, they make hay.
How hard you may try to your best,
For them you are below from the rest
Forgetting and moving on as easy as pie,
They make you feel worse even if you die.
Words are mightier than actions they know,
Grudges and resentment they will always tow.
Happiness of the past is forgotten in a blow,
As a part of their brain which will never grow.
I have learnt to walk in the middle of road
Neither good nor bad feelings I will bode.
Since People never change, feelings do,
It was never me, it was always you!
