we are water and oil, old friend you move freely, untempered by those who try and control you I make things unstable, make others see warped forms of themselves stuck in the same ***, but never mixed together, no matter how hard we tried when the heat is on, you're the first to boil yet i try to control your splash we're no longer in the same ***, and while i'm glad you've finally left, i wish to spend one more day with you
me and my best friend had a falling out, she realized the one thing i've been telling her for years...that we're too different, like water and oil