I still feel quite the same way
The way I felt when you left me
The way I felt when we'd first met
The way I felt looking back helplessly.

That's the way life is
They say
But why should things happen
The same way?

Shouldn't there be exceptions?
Shouldn't there be the odds
Couldn't spring, for once,
With autumn leaves fall?

You seem indifferent
And that disturbs me
At times you are the person I despise
At times you're a beloved memory.

Maybe you moved on
Maybe you just pretend
But these veils keep flying apart
And somethings can never end.

I get frustrated
Fury engulfs me
I lose patience
Impulse gets me.
Why should this happen?
Why can't it be something other than this?
Why should I be happy
When all I'm doing is pretending to live?