Changing

I'm tired. This whole thing is killing me. If it wasn't for me I wouldn't had talk but; at the same time, if it wasn't for me, I would be in peace now knowing that I did all right, that I've changed when I didn't do it at all. Still a jerk, still stupid, still me. Just a few more talking and braver but I'm the same. I can't believe what I've done.