You don't know
how to love me.
'Cause I stopped being
who you fell for.
Years we spent,
in love and in hope,
to be together one day,
against all the odds that followed.
Years we spent,
in distance and in devices,
to be together one day,
against all the odds that were there.
We saw the stars paint,
with their beautiful, mighty flares,
and how the golden wiped their canvas,
'cause we forfeited our sleeps
to keep the love alight.
And we watched as those tiny freckles,
complained and scratched at the night next day,
but the morning came anyway,
and erased all again without a trace,
'cause we forfeited our sleeps
to keep the love alive.
We got caught in
the tumultuous daily winds,
the struggles of keeping heads high,
and along the way, something changed.
We got caught in
others' friendly faces,
the need of one's needs,
and along the way, we both changed.
Now we won the race,
battered and tired and short breaths,
closed the distance, but lost the game,
"togetherness" is funny,
for we don't get it anymore as everyone does.
As we lay on the bed,
as big as the distance between us,
learning the art of holding hands,
the realization cuts through me,
You don't know
how to love me anymore.
'Cause I'm no more
whom you fell for.
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