it's ebb and flow, it's ebb and flow: people come and people go. i just wish i could feel the things i already know.
leaving the party to its people and movement to the pit. When was the moment i decided to no longer be part of it?
it's images and telling - well it's reading between the lines. seeing that people changed unnoticed makes me want to lose my mind
and well i know - self-pity-shit as i made space for it damn well i know that time just might never be any close to right to explain whatÕs on my mind.
one day we will have hands to shake, a drink or two and forgiveness to fake. friends to share - same time, same place no hello-hugs but good memories to embrace