The Story of Something and Somehow

I have to know, I must now go, And run along and away. . . For, the feelings here are fake and dreary, And there's more to me than you'd ever know. Must, I always know when something has come, When this something is a something meant, When a something comes to demolish the other, Even though that was meant to be forever. But is this something better than my forever, For, I say I'd never know. For this something that has come along, Has taken over somehow. And somehow must be destroyed, Somehow must be thrown away. Because I have come to really know, That somehow and I must go our seperate ways. And even though this something is a something I'd never know, A something whom has more to it, Than the simplicities thou hath shown. . . Soemthing has more to it than i would ever know, So I'm sorry my dear somehow, For I think tis time we grow, Apart and run along to find, Our somethings and not a somehow.