You don’t understand
And I don’t think that I care.
There’s the way things were
And the way they are now,
And the gap doesn’t matter somehow.
Indifference and distance
Spurred the sputtering end
That we play out with glances
And telling sighs.
This is how relationships die.
I don’t know if I’ll find love again.
I’d have to be looking and hope,
Dear friends, is in short supply
When you’ve gone round the bend
And seen the way these things often end.
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