Field of vision changed
Description of my world changed
Pointing finger changed
Hardly noticeable changed
Feelings for everything changed
Quick fix changed
Time spent on nothings changed
Shame changed
Love changed
Thoughts changed
When you change things my life gets deranged but you're still the same. You prearranged my short-change and it's unchanged.
You exchange the estranged that you arranged and rearranged. I'm the estranged. But our lives range.
