They say that people change,
Like seasons, like the tide.
But there’s nothing that compares to you,
Behind those careless eyes.
Change is such a fickle thing,
And you’re the worst I’ve seen.
You’ve transformed into a robot,
Or worse--a blank machine.
What happened to that friend I knew,
The one who used to care?
We’d laugh about the simple things,
About the flaws we shared.
But now I guess I’ll stand alone,
Behind these walls again,
You see, you’re such a stranger now,
I can’t call you my friend.
I accepted you for you.
You did the same for me.
But now I’m left to reminisce
About the “could have been’s”
Or “used to be’s”
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