When I'm not all shiny and new
When I'm all washed up and blue
Will I be replaced by someone more exciting?
Am I just a temporary human being?
Nobody really knows who I really am
Maybe I am just seasonal to them
Time passes and they forget the idea of me
It's so sad being someone temporary
They say change is the only thing constantly happening
Well, I guess I am not change, I will never be change
Truly as the days, weeks, and months starts unraveling
I'll be someone you'll walk past, temporary and strange
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