The ideas of growing have turned old

forgetting stories once told

with characters who were once so bold

fiction left behind

 

We open our eyes to fact

loosing any sense of tact

our unwritten pact

ripped up in front of our eyes

 

We constantly disagree

questioning everything, never letting it be

replying with misjudged maybe's 

forgetting what's really there

 

No longer getting along

never admitting when either of us are wrong

trying to speak just twisting our tongues

friction turned around

 

This story just turning into a myth

the ideas of love questioned 

through late night fights

your refusal to notice our plight

 

You don't run back

I cling on 

 

 

 

Note: copying and pasting always looks rubbish on here. Sorry if it looks a bit disjointed. Try and enjoy it ;)