As the cracks begin to widen
I can see what's on the other side.
Time seems to tick slower
my eyes fixated on the flaws at hand.
The time spent together
seems to mean nothing anymore.
Turning into memories in a haze;
I can't see clearly.
I'm distracted by what use to be so small
these flaws have grown too big to ignore.
I feel my time to say goodbye is near
though question how good a bye can be.