There was a time, where one could find, the subtle way's in which we'd spend our time. But alas that time is no longer mine, being here is to difficult to portray, I'm disillusioned by my disarray.
Time was spent, but not so well. The substance its self is sending all we know to hell. A perfect stanger, couldn't foresee the danger, it's crippling force, was always the source.
It turned you & me, from the people we were supposed to be, onto a second path, one that simply could not last. The difference was negligible, so minor at the start, but here in the mind, I can only look back in time.
It gripped on hard, progressing from nothing. But here in this moment, you simply can't show it. The difference is true, it used to be me & you. I would never believe it, simply didn't foresee it.
Before we part, so very far from the start. I stand with my palpitating heart, torn in two, from the division between me & you. Substance can't last, it was a blast. Life is more fun, I don't want to live on the run.
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