This thing we have can only be labeled as something of the essence,
The world has it at an endless possession so don’t waste time.
It seems like forever this feeling that we’ll be able to talk, touch, and forever be together,
Take this serious we’re not a game you can play.
Would’ve never expected it to be so hard to call you mine,
But look deeper emotionally paying the toll of others previous crimes.
So comfortable in our ways not seeing and understanding the distance growing in between,
Before you even notice I’ll already be walking away.
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