We should get together and talk for a minute about the weather, then bring up what we feel inside but I know we won't because we fear what we'll find. Our hearts do not confer, she loves him and I love her, and the pain inside each of us burns, and every day the world still turns, and we'll awake each morning with nothing but lessons that went unlearned. I hang on her every word, and she hangs around for him like a bird, ready to fly at a moments notice, and my attempts to approach will always be hopeless, as I get close she'll dissapear like a ghost, and we both know this and tomorrow we still won't let go, life will go on and time will flow, and no matter how slow we'll do what we can to not let it show, but soon enough one of us will have to go