Don't Change

You say it is a form of expression,
It is the person whom you really want to be,
The person who you really are.

I say it's a form of suicide.

You say that the person who inhabits the person I know,
Is someone I would enjoy the presence of,
But truth is, I don't know, I don't know that person.
I'm scared to know that person.

Of course, my parents always taught me,
It's not what's on the outside that matters,
It's the inside that counts.

But what if the inner person
Is a person that I don't love?

You scream to the world,
"I need to change! I need to feel alive for once!
Accept me for who I am!"

I say, "But, kid, don't change,
You are so spectacular the way you are.
You shine so bright and you don't even know it."

I've wished upon enough shooting stars to know,
Exactly what one looks like.

My thoughts of you are so jumbled now,
The person that I've always known,
The one that accepted himself exactly the way he looked

I feel like he never existed sometimes
You're never happy to be like you are anymore
The person that I met a year before.

He was different,
He never wanted to change.

He wanted to live life exactly as he saw fit
And I wanted to be like that person so much
So confident in his future that he forgot everything else

But then, I thought to myself,
How can I want to be like that person?
I am much too spontaneous for that life.

But my inner secret, the one you never knew
I want to be a star too

But alas, I am not.
I am simply... simple.
But I wish I were more.

I wish I were as crazy and as laid back as you
For a while I was, not caring about a thing
I was just enjoying the presence of someone.

Now I suppose is where I explain,
Everything I think you need to hear.

I may ask myself how, now.
But I didn't then.
A freshman dance at a new school was all it took.

I wasn't looking for anyone
I wasn't looking for especially
But here you come, waltzing in as a total stranger

I realize now,
It was more of a Macarena-type waltz.

You probably don't remember the boy
The one that was a complete goof who won me over
The one that smiled at me with a not-so-grand haircut.

The one that wore hats and sweatshirts to try and be "cool."
The one that only cared about the girl sitting in back of him
The one that asked her name.. to a friend, of course.

Where has that stupid, wonderful boy gone?
I can't find him anywhere.

I miss him. I still see hints of him.
Some things haven't changed though,
Like the blue of your eyes, as cliche as that is.

I see starbursts around pupils,
A bright yellow that stretches into bright blue,
I was always lost in the wonder of fireworks, but I didn't mind.

I never liked getting lost.
There was always a feeling that I was abandoned,
But something about you made me feel as thought I weren't alone.

That's the thing that has changed the least.
Eyes that explode like fireworks on their good days,
Showing off that little kid buried deep inside of all boys.

But the other side of those eyes keep me enticed
They an look at someone with a yielding fire
Another cliche is they just burn, they glow with a recognition of age and life.

The transition from a boy to young man is an extremely fine line
I've never gotten so close to danger in my life,
But I always learned that getting too close to fire, would leave you burned.

Next, the thing that has changed the most, but only a minute amount
I mean anybody who doesn't spend time with you wouldn't notice
But I do, I think it's one of your best features.

Have you ever heard of how a guy was like "a Greek Adonis"?
Well... That's not quite it.
I'd say more like a Hercules jaw line.

Don't ask me how I made that connection,
I don't know myself.

My mind takes such a weird train of thought,
But again, I don't mind, because when I see pictures of you
The first thing I notice is your face.

It's funny, how I never thought I'd like a non-clean-shaven boy
But a handsome face like that is offset by it,
Making it imperfectly perfect.

I know now that there was the reason
That wonderful face needed to be dulled down a bit.
We don't need a star to shine too bright, do we?

Of course, this next favorite that you say you want so bad to change
Is something that I love the most,
You say you want to get rid of a hair color, to make room for white.

To simply lose a brown entwined with red and other shades,
No matter how much you hate to admit it so that you have those colors
But it seems completely unbelievable to me, this change you want to make.

It makes the whole outward portion
Seem off-balanced and flawed.

These things are what you want to change about yourself
You want to get rid of the person I always believed to be you
I guess it was never you though, was it?

And this, probably won't make you think twice
Because you say that you're changing for you
I respect that, but what if it's a mistake?

I suppose you can always change it back but,
I know it will never be the exact same.

That's the problem with most ideas like this isn't it?
That's the only flaw,
If you don't like what you've become, then you can change back,

Just remember that, no matter what, it won't be the same
Simply memories and photos lost in a rusty cabinet in your mind
Waiting to be taken down and looked at

But you don't look at the past
You only move forward.

But I love reminiscing; it makes me remember all the good
I love to look at old snapshots of days past
Always to remember them.

It seems though, you don't want to be like that person I remember anymore
You want you be "you"
I'll reiterate, I'm scared that I won't like "you"

Please, for my sake, don't change the inside,
That's the person I strive to know the most.

Never forget, always remember, then look foreward
That's the way I love to live
That's the way I'll always live
Why can't you reminisce with me?
At least for once.

Never forget, but never remember, always look toward the horizon
You live that way, it's "a train wreck,
But I wouldn't love you if you changed."

So don't change and hear me when I say this,
Because I mean it with all my self.

Stay the shooting star, the starburst, firework, danger,
and stupid person that means a heck of a lot to me.

Now, the funny thing is, I haven't even begun to tell about the inner portion of your self yet.
And I don't have time, because there's too much to say
But don't change that person either, only grow, because it's beautiful.