You've lost your friend.
The person inside that you used to know.
The one who told you where to go.
To discover the new.
To take the step before it all fell apart.
You could feel it.
But I know,
growing old just shows the truth.
That the life we knew,
we live,
we love,
we fall.
We say things like follow your heart.
Believe in yourself.
Because good things don't come to those that wait.
And if there is no tomorrow,
then there never was a today.
So hard when you're alone.
Maybe.