Empty shells and rusty nails are all that's left of the shelter that we would call our future in the days back then Now everything has changed, our wicked ways have found their dead ends So far from what we'd thought
I stopped wondering what you're doing or how you get along Didn't you mean to let hear from you sometime I wonder what you were thinking or how you got things done Realizing that I knew it all along
Seconds and minutes have lost their charades Hours have buried mistakes I had made Still stories are hiding in this fading mind Worn out in colors and broken in time
It almost seems like somehow we don't mind becoming strangers once again and in good time Don't get me wrong it's not like we didn't try, it just seemed to be like we were in the right place but there were wrong times coming