Living up top letting you go,
Like you never existed or even if i know.

The paths we crossed to the paths we wanted,
Indeed at last we parted.

Owning the crowd once we were in,
The crowd now bitches behind for an uncalled sin.

Life is a mess jumbled enough like scrabble,
There you stand in a rabble.

Wind in the sky whistles and blows,
Like my mind gushes through the sorrows.

Hovering over to catch a peek,
Here we see eachother yet no words to speak.

Long gone days the talks we did,
Once and for all my feelings hid.

Over the nights over the days,
Weeks passed shady and in greys.

Erasing it all and the sleazy name,
Love wasn’t it money played the real game .