Nobody Listens to Turtle

I thought you might want to know, that I died three nights ago.
And I may be sitting here right now and you may think I am whole,
But a part of me is now, gone forever.
I thought you might want to know, that I accepted my fate well.
And I may never be quite the same and I may have changed my name,
But you will find me, if you know where to look.
And I know everything will be okay,
And I know things don’t always work the way we want,
But maybe it’s for the better, maybe it’s for the best what else to say.
I thought you might want to know, that this morning I awoke.
Reborn and full refreshed but without a home or nest,
I have adapted, I have grown a little more.
And all those youthful hopes and dreams, ill fitting clothes torn at the seams.
And it doesn’t mean I care and it doesn’t mean I want,
But I’m not bleeding, for anyone else but me.
And I know everything will be okay.
And I know things don’t always work the way we want
But maybe it’s for the better, maybe it’s for the best what else to say.
I thought you might want to know, that I am not these words I wrote.
Don’t you rob me of humanity and treat me how I’m not not,
When I want to be accepted, for who I really am.