Itâs a spike in the graph; I know Iâm usually like this but Iâm not usually this bad. And itâs a scary thought when I start to think I mightâve gotten it all wrong, at least according to everyone and their opinions. But I donât think I was. I wouldnât call this regret, itâs not a feeling Iâm fond of. Itâs post-script, a little useless, but thatâs just how these things work now, isnât it? Where did it turn south? Because these memories I have donât add up somehow. Where did it turn bad? Because I see genuine joy and smiles in these photos I still have. I might need some space but I wonât hold resentment. And I couldnât tell you if this was a coping method, but Iâve been getting on my bike after drinking every night since last weekend, purposely finding any way to just ride past your street. Where did it turn south? Because these memories I have donât add up somehow. Where did it turn bad? Because I see genuine joy and smiles in these photos I still have⦠Where did they go? I figured we would know you gotta hold it close. If you donât nurture the fire how can you expect us to glow? And without it everything just turns so cold. Where did it turn south? Sometimes I visit our past and try to figure it out, Because these memories I have donât add up somehow, and I donât wanna go back because itâs not like that now. Or at least thatâs what I tell myself. Where did it turn bad? They could have been lying but I donât think they can. Thereâs truth in those stills if Iâm not mistaken. And itâs a pill I canât swallow that now weâre just friends, when all I see is joy and smiles⦠well, at least they were genuine back then.
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