I still stop and think about you
wonder if, hope you're doing well
and sometimes I pause to miss you
I cry more than you could ever tell

but life doesn't give me much time
and time never had room for us
in some unfathomable rush
brother, it couldn't spare a dime

and it couldn't spare us, either.

and if I passed you by again
I don't know what I'd say to you
probably that 'I've missed you', then,
'but life doesn't have room for two'...

you were my right hand, confidante,
everything short of a best friend
but now our love is just a taunt.
I don't know why it had to end

but it did, but it did; but it did.

(Existance
Is just a string of curious incidents,
You assign it a contorted plot and call it life.)
 
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