Ain't What It Use To Be.

by Teria   Jun 3, 2007


Ain't what it use to be.

The further you run, the more tired I get.
I'm sick of chasing after you,
but you're like my vitamin D,
the mirror that I look into,
even my spinning toothbrush.
The daily uses, that's what you are.
Just not a use, but a cure,
for the broken soul that
ran too far.
But, you're taking it back.
Making it go further
than it's ever gone before.
You're running further away,
and it ain't what it use to be,
it's no longer all about you and me,
only about what we use to have.

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