Change

When i was little my favorite color was pink. my mom says " your growing up every time i blink"
i used to be happy
now i wish i was dead
if only i could change the things i said
i say I'm sorry
with tears running down my face
i try to think of my happy place
but now its gone
because you proved it wrong
we are no longer friends
this is the end
the only messages i will send
would be memories of my old friend