by Tylia L. Flores


 

Sitting here in my wheelchair,

Staring at our pictures on the wall,

Thinking about how much we’ve changed.

 

Drifting away like a boat out at sea,

I guess that’s what happens when you start to love young,

people change and their paths begin to change.

 

It’s hard for me to see you as the same

‘Cause I know we’re drifting away from what we used to be.

I don’t want to say goodbye but the more I look at you


The  more and more I know it’s that time,

‘Cause we’re drifting and things are changing  

And I can’t hang on anymore…


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