we fuss and we cuss a lot break up and make love alot listening to these tunes i see that they rang true, this is never healthy, screaming somebody help me, falling in between, we don't want to break, but it seems evident, being comfortable in the midst of the severity of this damage that we've created, let it be, some say, we love each other, so we won't let this slip away, you got her and i got him, we should walk down this path alone, but we rather be close than gone, love me i ask, you reply, only if you do what you do but at the end of the night make sure you call my phone, i can't help that these feelings are the driver of this trip, saying you do you and i'll do me, praying that our separate lives don't cross in between, why must she be number two, along with he, we both have others, but tend to play director behind the scenes, if we are the authors of this book called OUR LIFE, then i'll write two chapters for you, and begin my own, not weak, not strong, coming close and never long, i valued what we had, until i was easily blinded by what i thought we possessed, i wonder if we'll ever forgive each other for dividing our hand down the line, instead of holding, we gripped, for fear we'd lose each other in the midst, our eyes have opened and now it's time to separate, you'll fly and i'll swim, just in different directions, hoping we'd finally catch up with our fate.
