Vacant Horizons

On loving and losing the love you once had. In a way it points that a man's existence is defined by the struggles he faces. Status Quo is something he abhors.

Every time there's a different reason,
every night is a different hue of blue,

Don’t matter how we blew it,
what matters is it’s gonna take a while to get used to,

Vacant horizons stare me in my face,
Aint it a disgrace we had to go our ways after going strong for so long,

It all feels so wrong,
wished we could've been more wise,
made less alibis,
checked our tempers when they were on rise,

I wished we had shown a little more allegiance,
a little more willingness to try,
and tried to solve the differences as they came by,

But the differences went unchecked,
And between the mounds of egotism,
The valley of revulsion has crept,

We try to hide it under the rug,
But as the stench got unbearable,
The nurturers had to pull the plug,
You end up killing the things you love,

Its gonna feel a bit lonesome,
We're not too keen to undo the wrongs,
We've accepted defeat at the hands of fate,
And we lack the will to challenge,
the verdict we're shown,

you didn't had to go the way you did,
it didn’t had to end the way it did,
but what’s the point in ruminating,
the damage has already been did.