I think it really gets me
When I think about the way
That every year I'm changing
But you remain the same
And it I think it truly hits
When I think about how
people no longer say
You and I look just like twins
Because no ones saw you at my age
And every year I think about
How you never saw
All the things I've seen
And how I'm undeserving of it all
I think it gets really bad
Each time today passes
And I've grown another year.
Because each year I'm changing
And growing older
But you remain the same
Every year growing colder
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The World is Gray and Other Truthful Lies
PoetryWhere Faith spills everything in verses and ramblings. If the world is grey, this selection of poetry is black.
