
Spent a lot of time dreaming about better days...
And... with each bitter day, I... find myself drowning in my own anxiousness
It seems that you've moved on and I'm okay with that
I lost you during my period of growth and discovery
Or... is it that you left me during your own growth?
Never to have known that those better days could become bitter days
For you, for me, or for both... the two of us will never know
Just like there's an end if there is a beginning...
Just like how the sun must set for the moon to rise
You... and I... were bound to bid adieu
Bound by bad timing
Finished with hurtful words and tears
And yes, I still think about you...
But I understand why it didn't work out
You gave me Chlamydia and I was an asshole
It was just never meant to be.



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