people are strange, but you know what is stranger?
the study of life when you're a constant changer
not of location, but of style of life
to shrug off friends like it's not a knife
through the center of your heart
cutting ties like strings, so easy to part
just a little silence, and some time apart
all the ingredients needed for an end
to what once was, what could be, and a lost friend
some might think it callous, I sure view it as such
but it's my way of staying sane, of saying as much
as the next person who says "I'm tired of this."
I alienate people by becoming remiss
in what is required for a friendship to exist
and maybe this change is the reason I miss
the company of others, of those I've left
maybe this is the reason I can't find a match.