…unaware…
Imported from SF2 with no description.
I never noticed, the hands I was holding, grew cold
They gave me a dream we could, together, one day, grow old
Something among the easy, began to break
It grew in problems, & to one another, we became fake
Before I could try to save what you had become
We fell apart completely, to each other’s wild notions, to reasoning, we were numb
Now the other side of the bed whispers me lies
Sometimes, it even quietly cries
The monster in the mirror shows nothing but an honest smile
How it likes my fractured composure, it’s so content, all the while
Time still ticks away as I lay in unavoidable company, alone
How no signals ever find my heart, or anything mentally shown
No personal call, to myself, can ever be taken
Jus trying, always feels like somethin’ mistaken
Lost in that moment, it’s too strong to break free
In that broken reality, you can still find me
The world didn’t really change
We jus, became strange