Whenever there's a change you find common ground; who's in, who's out. You learn of those you can trust, and those which were there for the fun.
Who would have thought it would take one move, to start losing those who've become close to you. As silly as this could be, I thought I'd be the first to walk away, leave. Alas, I have left my eyes open and can see, we may have never feen friends; just a few close blowing leaves.
Never thought it would take something as small as a move, to sit with eyes open and see, I no longer have you.