You used to talk to me like
I was the only one around.
You used to lean on me like
The only other choice was falling down.
You used to walk with me like
We had nowhere we needed to go,
Nice and slow, to no place in particular.
We used to be so close and at time I really wonder what
How did we get so messed up ?
Maybe you don't know, but I still care...
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