From lots of laughter, splashing and playing, and sharing memories
to it
coming to an end.

It's you.
It's you.
It's you.
The constant words that echo out when the fire is raging.
But come let's just take a deeper look.
Was it really him.
Was it really her.
Or was it me.
Defining one's self is very hard to do.
So the word you, will remain our battle cry.
Until you have lost it all.
OOPS.
Too late.

i’ve always been the third wheel,
the pity friend,
the background character.
i’ve always been another body-
just to make the group an even number,
another voice-
just to make the laughter slightly louder,
another wallet-
just to make the split cost a little cheaper.

They argue in threads they barely read,
Just dopamine and capslocked tweets.
No questions asked, no space to try —
PEOPLE READ, NOT TO UNDERSTAND BUT TO REPLY.