At the time, it wasn’t right

As we’ve lost sight, in each other. But things change

As it isn’t always a foolish notion to reconsider in starting over

 Fearing you’ll find someone better, as the fall seems higher

Then it once did from the beginning, with our history

Coming to and ending, with me finding that I’m still caring

But holding to much pride to push to the side

To doing the chasing and it’s a killing

Ignoring the shit I’m hearing, but I do the blaming on the fall

In facing where only human with totally different feelings

With a lot of living, left on the painting

wondering if it would ever go missing…