I am changing slowly becoming someone I never thought I would be I want to go back to the way things where but it is impossible I’m getting older I can’t con time to be naive and starry eyed I see the world without my rose-colored glasses and most act accordingly no more seeing the best in people I most now except that all people don’t have my best interest and that they may want me to do good but never be better than then it is the sad truth that I have no real friends because everyone e disappoints me at one point the only person I’m always happy with is myself it’s time to grow up and move on