Most of the time I still believe that I need you in my life,
because when you spend some time with me,
you show me the colours in my future which are often too hard to see.
But lately you've been taking time out of my life,
becoming a distant voice with no emotion,
and your empty promises don't soften the blow like you may think.
That is when I realised that maybe nobody is wrong,
perhaps you are just not who I once knew,
and I was too young to notice the change in you.
Most of the time you are what I think about each day,
still clinging onto believing that you need me in your life.
But I can tell by the silence in your eyes when you are staring blankly at me,
that we are all out of luck,
and we both know it is time
to walk our separate ways.
