I stood outside every door
Listening to muffled rain, laid on padded floors
I have cried aloud for the hurt I've felt
I have been honest, to no avail
So times have turned, strange days these are
Growing up can mean growing apart
I thought the whole point was to meet one soul
In which you shared this with, so others could go
Maybe I was wrong, and my one soul is not you
i have been ignoring signs for years, its not you
don@t say sorry, i beg, i remember you said
we would always be two, not one, and lose ourselves>
