This isn’t about what you think it is
things always play out the way we should have missed
a tight smile, a sudden glare
a deep thought, a tactless care
time depends on your hands
where she goes you wouldn’t dare
One thing leads to another
but not in this case
who cares, he’s your brother
who knew, you’re a fake
two lives, one broken heartbeat
to far, to make the ends meet
so little time you have
to comprehend what she needs
But as soon as the topic comes up
the topic is erased from our memory
because we’d rather feel brand new
we’d rather reminisce old memories
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