You'll break apart,
                                                          ­           they say.

We know it's important,
But it will fade away
                                                            ­        they say.

You are going to forget about them
                                                            ­        they say.

Things
          will
                    change
                                     ­                               they say.

We think we're different.                                                       ­                                                                 ­                              
But in thinking that, we are                                                              ­                                                                 ­                   
the same.                                                            ­                                      

                         ­                                                                 ­       I know your deepest thoughts
                                                        ­                                           and secrets. You're a part of my
                                                              ­                                       makeshift family, and I love that.

And knowing that
one day
                 I won't know
                    your name,
                     leaves me
  dry                      
                            and empty.