sometimes a little bit of distance
is all we ever needed. . .
take off and let go,
I used to hope you’d come back home,
used to hope that the distance would half,
but things just happend differently,
I wish I heard you long ago. . .
it’s unfair now,
but time was never our strong point,
I didn’t think we would get to this point,
but I’m satisfied with wherever I go,
dispite all of our differences.
that it wasn’t me,
it wasn’t who I am,
or what I did,
or how I was,
and that gravity,
pulled me away,
till this day,
and distance is all what will be, remembered,
in our name.