You're not the same person I used to know.
You're different, something's wrong with you.
Why did you have to change so much? I miss the REAL you."
I'm not the same, because it's been ten years. A lot happens in ten years. Although, to me, nothing's changed. I'm still in the exact same place, same spot, same life, same troubles. Same sorrow. But I also notice all the differences, all the things that change around me. Like a slow motion action scene in a movie; pure insanity that could only be understood if you slow it down for a second. But I don't understand.
Why are you so different?
Don't you ever feel lonely? Scared? Lost? Or are you always happy, always know exactly what to do and where to go? I envy you, if you do. But in my loneliness I found salvation. Within the moonlight. Only I can know, or see. I talk to the stars and we share stories. Tales of lives we watch as they wonder passed. Will I ever be a story? An ocean of tales, rumors, gossip, and the occasional truth?
I'd have to leave to be anything but nothing.
You used to smile.
That was when I didn't know you. Not I do. And I'll only leave.
But in the end...we're all just a story someone else told.
You're different, something's wrong with you.
Why did you have to change so much? I miss the REAL you."
I'm not the same, because it's been ten years. A lot happens in ten years. Although, to me, nothing's changed. I'm still in the exact same place, same spot, same life, same troubles. Same sorrow. But I also notice all the differences, all the things that change around me. Like a slow motion action scene in a movie; pure insanity that could only be understood if you slow it down for a second. But I don't understand.
Why are you so different?
Don't you ever feel lonely? Scared? Lost? Or are you always happy, always know exactly what to do and where to go? I envy you, if you do. But in my loneliness I found salvation. Within the moonlight. Only I can know, or see. I talk to the stars and we share stories. Tales of lives we watch as they wonder passed. Will I ever be a story? An ocean of tales, rumors, gossip, and the occasional truth?
I'd have to leave to be anything but nothing.
You used to smile.
That was when I didn't know you. Not I do. And I'll only leave.
But in the end...we're all just a story someone else told.


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