Your shallow heart won't beat in time with mine,
but our paths always seem to intertwine
Your demons work against you,
causing you to live among the crowd
But I perfer solitude,
so I can live my life, proud
Then our eyes turn away
when we meet again, every other day
It happens often,
a common game we play
We meet again,
only to turn away
Yet somehow we've remained friends to this day
Now confusion is what I feel talking to you
And frustration is what I get trying to understand you
It began one day, long ago
No we must decide, friend or foe?
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