written from the soul

Used to know

Maturing is realizing that you were never mine
And no matter how much I put it into silly rhymes
You will never be right person wrong time,
It's like a harsh slap to the face
A sour yet bitter taste
Realizing that this isn't fate
And maybe I'm not just too late,
There was never gonna be a me and you
Back then I never had a clue,
That no matter how many times I wish to begin again
That it will always end with the same end,
I let these delusions fill my brain
Hoping that you would come back and all would be the same,
But that's not how it works
And that's what probably hurts,
Because in order to forget I must let go
I must let go of any hope in order to grow
I must leave you in the past as someone that I used to know