I guess it hurts the most to know
as the days pass faster
and the minutes stroll by,
our paths are spreading farther and
farther apart
and limb by limb we tear
remembering nothing but the times when we laughed,
and cried together
And now our paths are separate
and lead in two parallel directions
into a life of different experiences
we now have become what we were in the beginning,
strangers
I guess it hurts the most to know,
I wasn't anything worth holding on to.