Saturday, April 7, 2012

It's Time

Our friendship is strange
it has no place
it's inconvenient
and has no taste

You're far from me
and I from you
we can't help ourselves
and it keeps me blue

Are you happy?
I don't know
I care for you
but it's time to go

It's drifting
It's sliding
it's losing it's zest
we've had too much fun
and it hangs in my chest

I thought I'd die
if you weren't about
but time can teach
what we can live without.

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