I don’t know you, I can’t say that I really have had the chance. You bottle up everything but expect everyone else around you to pour their hearts out.
I don’t know you, I can’t say that you have really tried. You brush it off as nothing to worry about and so unimportant that the very attempt to talk about it is pointless.
I don’t know you, I can’t say that we are on the same page anymore. You indulge in things I don’t consider a stepping stone in the direction I want to go and you’re life seems to be content with where it’s at.
I don’t know you, I can’t say that I find a need to stick around any longer. There is a gap, a void, a distance between us and frankly, I am becoming okay with it.
I don’t know you and for that I know life will allow us to part in time and soon what we had will be but a memory.