Rust (Vol. 1)

I can't recall even to get nostalgic
I can't focus on the good to make the bad fade
we sit in silence not caring to fill the void
we talk as strangers do
not face the block that put our connection on hold
light and night take turns to act
we just let them pass without making memories
as if we are glad, one less day to put up with

I'm not a pessimist but I guess there it is, the exception
our good forgotten past can't be found
we are totally different and now I know that can't be reversed
going to be like this until our last breath
and someday, we will drift away more than this.