remember your first bicycle? i was so happy, so eager to learn, i remember going through so much pain falling on my face, picked up by my dad as i cried and he kissed my feet saying 'there, it's all good now' but then the bicycle ended up being my life for a few short years but then it is too small, and i was too big i have grown, and it hadn't. so i said goodbye and put it on the corner of the garage. bought a brand new one.
i realize now, it's kind of like you and me. you have grown, back then, and i hadn't. you've made other friends, and i hadn't. that's why when i'm not what you wanted, not what you needed anymore, you left, little by little. you replaced me, just like the yellow bicycle that leans onto the wall, unused and forgotten.