ego grows like moss at night

 

the gateway by alivelee6

its funny sometimes

you know

saying words

tells the story by itself

you know

seeing someone you used to be close to

pretending you don't know them

because you don't

not anymore

they changed

you've changed

you weren't expecting them

they weren't you

what could you do?

it's a two way street

we accept them on the cross

they've thought us in a grave

how do we align?

and, who has the time?

i wish we'd get over ourself