The days turned to months and the months to seasons.
And the years formed into eras.
You were a trend that was fabulous back then,
but those bell bottom jeans just aren't cutting it for me.
There's a twist to this story and I like it a lot.
Look who's leaving. Look who's losing.
And when I walk away, there won't be a bitter after taste.
My sights are set high and you're just too far down in that valley for me to see.
Call me every name in the book, and I'll still smile because you're the one below me and you lack the grace to pull yourself up.
