I saw the best parts of us fade into distrust...and now our eyes just can't meet. So we'll subsist in silence and watch each other leave, in long-gone dreams that rival our sadest memories. Truth be told, I hold you in my lungs, and admit that we are casualties of time. I can still hear your footsteps walking out of my life. I don't want to know where you are. Who you are. Where we are.