Do you feel us slowly driftng apart? The days go by and new habits start. With each little habit there's a difference or similarity, And between us, this glue, is giving up on me and you. The ones that pull you away, you'll realize one day, that these were The ones in which you changed for, revealed, and rearranged for, the ones in which you admired, and their acceptance; you desired. They're the ones who've caused you great dire, and in my heart, a wrath of fire. Those everlasting memories we tell, can leave us to burn in hell, for the one i trusted so well, has caused me to retreat in my shell.* Do you feel us slowly *drifting a p a r t?