Drifting apart from each other
We change ourselves to someone we want to be,
but not want to have
There is a growing black hole swallowing your heart,
while you go and ease yourself with drugs
We don't share the same interests anymore,
and they seem to get us pushed away
Away from where we had no problem accepting them.
When love has reached a point when it is no longer alive,
we should move on.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 8:27 AM UTC
Drifting apart from each other
We change ourselves to someone we want to be,
but not want to have
There is a growing black hole swallowing your heart,
while you go and ease yourself with drugs
We don't share the same interests anymore,
and they seem to get us pushed away
Away from where we had no problem accepting them.
When love has reached a point when it is no longer alive,
we should move on.
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