And it still continues to amaze me,
the way you ignore the obvious fact. 
What we had was so golden. I
remember when everyone envied
us and the love we had for each other.
I would give anything for you, and I
knew it was mutual. It still continues
to amaze me that you don’t see this,
that everything has gone to waste.
Maybe you’re finally seeing how big
we were, and how much we’ve thrown
away. Look what we’ve become now;
trusting paper and the pen we write
with. Is this what it’s come down to?