Why do I keep trying so hard
Just to watch them fade, like smoke in the dark
I thought moving forward was what they wanted too
But maybe I was never part of their way
Why does even change feel like a slow goodbye
It’s time I walked away, one less name inside
We moved like branches reaching for the same light
I’ve seen too many seasons to stay untouched
I build and I bloom
But everything drifts like dust in a room
Was it me? Was it time?
Or did they shine too bright for me to find