I heard about this theory;
that in the perfect couple,
One will like olives, and the other will not.
One will always eat for the other.
I think that's why we never worked,
You proudly shouted your love for the salted fruit,
While I, meekly, passed mine to you.
You convinced that only you could possibly like them.
And I, well. I simply did not.
It wasn't until the end, the end of us;
......
I stand at the edge of a border
Between two states of self, as I grow older
What will I keep? What will I lose?
From who I was, for who I will become
Growing up never seemed so terrifying
Yet now I am here
Youthful carefree days seem so long ago
How cruelly time marches on and forgets us
......
I heard about this theory;
that in the perfect couple,
One will like olives, and the other will not.
One will always eat for the other.
I think that's why we never worked,
You proudly shouted your love for the salted fruit,
While I, meekly, passed mine to you.
You convinced that only you could possibly like them.
And I, well. I simply did not.
It wasn't until the end, the end of us;
......
I stand at the edge of a border
Between two states of self, as I grow older
What will I keep? What will I lose?
From who I was, for who I will become
Growing up never seemed so terrifying
Yet now I am here
Youthful carefree days seem so long ago
How cruelly time marches on and forgets us
......