What a shame
That you get your fill from *** and drugs
While I get mine from false hopes
And how sad
That we are no longer intertwined like ribbons that are twisted neatly together during the holidays
No longer keeping secrets for each other
Oh old friend
No, now we are a box with a lost key
Lost deep in a sea of selfishness and inner pain
We are no longer lock and key, dear.
We are now mountain and valley
Dry earth and salty ocean
We slowly grow apart
Distant.. Distant..
We are so *distant