I’m sure it might have grown old
Like most young things usually do
and dangling a line to try and find your mind
For that I can’t blame you.
Days once spent with her laden with the tales of her blossoming heart. She told him in constant amusement what came to her mind, he could not help to question her depth, he felt somewhat dragged to join the hype, but he did not want to be swept away by her set rhymes. She wasn’t realized at the time, what was to lose. It took her indifinite time to find out her lost soul, where did it belong and bound. And she would rather be alone.
It sure took a long time to miss me
A long time for you to come around
A long time to find what was wrong
It sure took a long, long time.