Every time there’s a different reason,
every night is a different hue of blue,
don’t matter how we blew it,
it’s gonna take a while to get used to,
they stare me in my face,
ain’t it a disgrace,
we had to go our ways,
after going strong for so long,
It all feels so wrong,
wished we could’ve been more wise,
made less alibis,
checked our tempers when they were on rise,
I wished we had shown a little more allegiance,
a little more willingness to try,
and tried to solve the differences,
as they came by.
But the differences went unchecked,
and between the mounds of egotism,
a valley of revulsion has crept,
We try to hide it under the rug,
but the stench gets unbearable,
we just had to pull the plug.
You end up killing the things you love.
Its gonna feel a lot lonesome,
We’re not too keen to fix the wrongs,
We’ve accepted defeat at the hands of fate,
And we lack the will to challenge,
the verdict we’re shown.
You didn’t had to go the way you did,
it didn’t had to end the way it did,
but what’s the point in ruminating,
the damage has already been did.