I fear we have grown distant
You and I
I wrote
You were too busy
It seems impossible to reach you
Yes I see you
And yes we talk
But this facade we maintain
Isn't fooling anyone (certainly not me)
It seems we are seperated
An iron wall perhaps?
No
A glass wall would be more fitting
We can see clearly
We can talk clearly
But we will never truly connect
I'd cross
But I think
You'd be the death of me
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
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Yes, I understand grasshopper, all about the death of a relationship.
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