Who are we now?
How far have we traveled from the past that used to involve our dreams?
We used to talk, didn't we?
We used to understand each other, did we not?
We used to promise not to leave each other behind, am I wrong?
Can anyone ever truly change? Or do we just put on different clothes?
Do we try to act differently for a long enough time that we actually
believe our own lies?
When do friends decide to turn upon friends?
When do lovers lose their grip on what matters?
We used to have something to hold on to, didn't we?
Am I leaving you behind, or are you letting me walk into a trap that you
have seen all along?
When did you adopt silence as your voice?
You used to talk to me, didn't you?
From here I can't tell who is ahead and who has been left behind, from
here I can't see the friendship for what I think it was, and from here I smile
at the knife placed in my front and not my back...I guess we were friends after
all.
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