Another year passes by
as we slowly drift apart.
Never thought it 'd come to this,
you've gotten extremely dark.
A beam used to shine
every time you would speak.
Words would flow so fine,
now I'm lucky to get a creak.
The sparkle from your eyes,
has been draining for so long,
I cant stand all of these lies,
please tell me what's really wrong.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
Another year passes by
as we slowly drift apart.
Never thought it 'd come to this,
you've gotten extremely dark.
A beam used to shine
every time you would speak.
Words would flow so fine,
now I'm lucky to get a creak.
The sparkle from your eyes,
has been draining for so long,
I cant stand all of these lies,
please tell me what's really wrong.
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