Apathy

Its always got a common face Remnants of your early days Little moments turn around My ears do deceive Is it pride or jealousy Insignificance I cant believe. Wanna hear about my toiled ground Ill see you again. Its so easy to see, Its so painfully clear That alls in your mind Is simple apathy. Maybe its okay to be naive Im starting think That might be better for me. Friends I know they come and go Most of which ive had to hold Little moments turn around And life remains the same. His and byes now and then Never to be seen again Makes it feel easy Or do you care? Is it pride or jealousy Little moments turn around Why wasnt it with me?