Two soul's growing together
Yet growing so far apart
Who could've,
Who would've thought.

They say love is blind
But what is worse,
Is being blinded by love.

I once knew you,
I once adored you,
Now, I do not know you
I despise you
I do not know
Who we were

Love is blind
Love is not kind
I now say
I am sorry, my friend
Every fairy tale must end

Whether good or bad
Happy or sad
We shall grow together
By growing apart.