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Do you ever stop and think

How can you mean everything and then mean nothing ?

How can you be so close but yet so far ?

how can we never see people for who they are ? 

Are you really in front of that person , or did he just turned blind?

Starting to wonder was the everything just in your mind ?

you’re left to wander the streets for an answer to find

realizing that he is just going to be another wound to bind

now that he’s gone

it feels like you’ve crashed every bone

hear your tears screaming for him to come back around

feeling the weight of a lost love with every step on the ground

and whenever you look at him smiling

you almost hear the pain sound

remembering that once you were the reason behind that smile

standing still thinking for a while

people are just passengers in each others lives

everyone leaves

and they leave you with a heart full of knives

hiding in your little space from the truth

convincing everybody that you’re fine , and you just wish it was true

no feeling , no gratitude , no love , no nothing

cause after all the everything does really mean nothing

and the  strangers we were once ...

are the strangers now again we are