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?