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Now that I’m old (Of course, you can never be as young as you are today than you are older tomorrow), I live my moments in a series of songs. I can distinctly remember the stages of our friendship endings in words of Muse, Sara Bareillis and 30 seconds to Mars.
This is for purgatory purposes only.
I heard the melody to Muse, ‘Time is running out’, when I was waiting for an answer to my confession. How did it come to this? You were my best friend, than I wasn’t sure how to define us anymore.
Never for a moment did I regret saying what I needed to.
Sara’s words in ‘Between the Lines’ rang true, too late, two choices, to stay or to leave. Mine was easy to uncover, he already left with another. I chose to stay, even if our friendship was never the same. Best friends, no longer. That hurt the most.
We both could see, crystal clear. That the inevitable end was near. Made our choice, a trial by fire, to battle is the only way we feel alive. Alibi from 30 seconds to Mars couldn’t have said it better. We’re not friends anymore. Friendship isn’t a one way road. You were only there when I talked. But you didn’t let me do the same for you. It was a mutual ending.
I went through my 5 stages of grief. And this, is the end of acceptance.
This is for purgatory purposes only.
I heard the melody to Muse, ‘Time is running out’, when I was waiting for an answer to my confession. How did it come to this? You were my best friend, than I wasn’t sure how to define us anymore.
Never for a moment did I regret saying what I needed to.
Sara’s words in ‘Between the Lines’ rang true, too late, two choices, to stay or to leave. Mine was easy to uncover, he already left with another. I chose to stay, even if our friendship was never the same. Best friends, no longer. That hurt the most.
We both could see, crystal clear. That the inevitable end was near. Made our choice, a trial by fire, to battle is the only way we feel alive. Alibi from 30 seconds to Mars couldn’t have said it better. We’re not friends anymore. Friendship isn’t a one way road. You were only there when I talked. But you didn’t let me do the same for you. It was a mutual ending.
I went through my 5 stages of grief. And this, is the end of acceptance.
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