Wednesday, 30 December 2009

Drifted Apart

dedicated to someone



I don't know where or how to start
to cover the years that we spent apart
you're way out west and I'm in the east
on the phone at best small talk at least
and it breaks my heart
oh, how we've drifted apart

you and I were thick as thieves
the best of friends that could ever be
but time flies by and it's in the breeze
just a shoebox full of memories
and it breaks my heart
oh, how we've drifted apart

I'll never forget your kind brown eyes
or the fingerprints you left all over my life
still it breaks my heart
oh, how we've drifted apart
oh, how we've drifted apart
oh, how we've drifted apart


drfited apart by meaghan-smith

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