I picked you
I chose you
You picked me
But you recomposed your view
I became another version of you
Looking up to you
Following your footsteps
Saying whatever you like to say
Doing whatever you like to do
But i saw other people drawing away your attention
Your glare shifted to other places
All the rooms that were once filled with memories
Are now just empty spaces
As the leaves start changing
As my heart starts mending
The inevitable truth is
Every story has an ending