Are we? Are we really?

November 14, 2011

one is silver, one is gold
since i lost you my blood runs cold
whatever we had is old and gray like yesterday
the day before is nothing more but a memory to me

you don't even realize that anything is wrong
that i've gone over the edge of no return
that i'm drowning
you can't save me
i don't want your help

you can't see my affinity has gone to aversion
a perversion
i'm right on the verge and it's killing me

The author's comments:
There is nothing more painful than losing a friend.

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