A long time ago my childhood was taken away from me by myself
it wasn’t until they took you away that we met again under the same sky with different faces
my tiny words and meaningless feelings said nothing and kept themselves cool and distant
time was tearing apart who it was that wasn’t me and who it was that it could be
all my words became useless to myself and everything started again
racing towards the end didn’t help the distance, it still covered the same ground.
So we held hands for the first time, as teenagers after their times’, and far from one another.
A long time ago, things were funny in the beginning and now in the end, its funny how things will start-