If you can't accept the changes in me
Except for the ones that include you
And your idea of the vision of me
Then I don't know what to say to you
I'll put it in my backpack
Like I always do
I need to have my backpack
When I'm feeling blue
And in my backpack I keep my thoughts
They sit still an collect dust
I dare not move them lots
Or else I will bring them up
I keep them in my backpack
Like I always do
I need to have my backpack
When I'm feeling blue