Did we grow out of one another
Have I sold my soul to a brother
As it pulls me far away from you
But there was misery in us two
And we can’t seem to repair
What I know is there
And I falter on the end
Of the phone with a friend
Coz it’s so difficult just to be me
It’s lost where it used to be free
And we try to match the pieces
It’s where the similarity ceases  
Coz I’m not who you paint
And your likeness is so faint
As we use pencils to erase the ink
I don’t believe I am what you think
As you see me through a clouded frame
And it’s so hard to speak your name 
Coz it’s become a metaphor for pain
Like the clouds seem to signal rain
And it’s like the knife twists
When you pretend I don’t exist
How can I ever reach out to say
I hope you are okay
And that you’ve found what you’ve looked for
You’re something that I still adore