What were we thinking when we started to talk?

Now that we walk to separate paths,

Are things so different?


What did we not understand that night?

Now that the sun has set for good,

Are we so tired?


Were we just young and immature?

Or were we stupid and confused?

The days seem gone too quickly


Safe to say it now that we are not alone

Never really knew what to think anyway

Don’t think anyone does.


Should we question our decisions?

Should we question Fate?

No sir, not me.


No more days outdoors, the air gets in my lungs

My eyes are less open but I still can see

Can anybody really?