Some people change to the ways we want them to be.
But it never turns out like we want things.
Maybe its not the ones we see,
Just our reflection from our need
In front of me.
Some people say they're all stuck in our ways.
But if that were true, you know I'd be dead in a grave.
A grave, a grave, a grave.
You follow words that just, just like a dog tied on a leash
We're on a leash.
So why why you choose to follow, you'll only make it harder.
So why would you wait, why would you wait so long?
You're only treading water, you'll only make it harder.
Some people change, some people change, uh huh.
