As close as we were

And as close as I wanted us to be

Could never be the same,

Because I was still bound to my old ways

Just remembering the old days

When I could have cared more

Back then, we had potential.

If only the years were good to us

If only I had cared too much

And all I’m left with is a handful of if’s

Desperately trying to replace your own hands.


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