The end of us

And if one day we're not like we're now, not humming these sweet tunes and never again talking about these little luminous stars. When I no longer pick up your calls on the first beep and the sky doesn't seem this pleasing. When you'll start not to care about my scars and I don't care if you care, anymore.

When we'll be looking at every little thing falling apart but having no urge to fix it, we'll be sitting there, observing the change. Maybe, I'll ask you to stay in touch not because I want things to workout but because things worked out pretty well once.

Even if I'll be playing cold, I'll miss you and miss us. And when one day I see you passing by in a street, my eyes won't become watery like they did the first time you hurt me.. Maybe, that'll be the end of an era, An End of Us.

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