We aren’t the same.
I always thought I knew your heart.
Maybe I still do,
But I know we come from different starts.
Your pain isn’t my pain,
Your memories aren’t mine.
Alone I feel lost in this world of ours.
The same notes, same seasons,
They will never reach me the same.
In a way I’m cut off from every single thing you make.
But your words are conceived in bringing us together,
So why can’t I be content even in things I can’t remember.