We're living in different lives,
Grown up and out of sights.
Falling into the same puzzle
Pattern but the trouble's
We can't seem to fit this time.
And we're still forcing it.

We're not the people we knew then,
Coming out of the woods of innocence.
Standing on a desert rain cloud
Your face is a beautiful mirage now.
I feel you’re falling out.

You’re standing on the other side
Of this glass, your hand on mine.
We don’t breathe each other’s air,
Suffocating on hopes and despair.
Are you feeling it?

We’ll play pretend and move on.
There’s always one who’s strong.
Taking it softer in translation,
Hanging on threads of displacement.
Who is strong?

Maybe it’s only the weak who survive.
We’ve grown up, easier out of sights.
We played alone in those woods.
Now we’ll never be back, never could.
But never doesn’t last.