“And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends I'd never walk Cornelia Street again. That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend I'd never walk Cornelia Street again...”
The debate over whether people change is an interesting one for me to observe because it seems like all I ever do is change. All I ever do is learn from my mistakes so I don’t make the same ones again. Then I make new ones. I know people can change because it happens to me little by little every day. Every day I wake up as someone slightly new. Isn’t it wild and intriguing and beautiful to think that every day we are new?