Monday, December 13, 2010

You're gone

We don't talk like we used to
We don't say the same things we used to
It's not the same with you anymore
I wish it was
Sometimes I really wish it was
And other times I know exactly why it isn't, and then I don't mind as much
But still
I wish it wasn't this way
I wish things didn't turn out this way
But sometimes I think it's for the best
We're just not as similar as we thought

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