Middle

Just a quick freestyle off DJ Snake's Middle

We're standing at a crossroad in opposite directions

We said our love was like wifi, but why don't I feel the connection?

A while ago I wished to fall in love with someone from the future.

Our memories are drifting away and minimized into the wind's whisper.

I wish this was a Korean drama where we unite in the end but that's fantasy.

Texts with no replies, smiles with no affection, why couldn't I see?

I turn around and just like magic you're gone.

I keep on walking then smile knowing we'll both find someone else to lean on.

The End

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