When we were younger...everything was better
We would laugh, run and play
Without a care in the world
Everyone was always around...because we were each other's family
We were invincible.
So what happened?
Nobody ever realized that someday we wouldn't be so close,
And that we would drift apart.
Drifting apart...
Not even knowing what was happening, and just wishing.
Wishing that things could be like they were before
This wasn't how things were supposed to turn out.
We were supposed to be close forever,
And always be there for each other
But life has a funny way of changing
our plans,
And just leaving us with our tears and a handful of old pictures
And memories.
Memories that we wish were still reality
It breaks my heart to say it,
But it's just impossible to mend,
I guess all good things do come to an end.
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All things end, whether good or bad. The news is that new things take their place, and the trick is to get the next thing to be as good or better than the last.
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