You told me it would never happen; now it seems I ought to repair my eyes, Because it appears I’m becoming short sighted, you’re taking a step back each time I blink. Before my vision started getting weary I could see where this was escalating to. I may be overreacting but I feel like I’ve been washed out to sea, hang out to dry. Would you notice if I walked out of your life? Perhaps I could find substitute, or simply just mould a replicate of the memory I have left of you. The term ‘Best friend’ has become worn out, it’s lost all meaning, sound familiar? I’m missing you more and more each day, like a house without a frame.Welcome to the new age, nothing good ever lasts these days.