the way lifes meant to be

i feel worn like old jeans…

i smell like grandmothers attic…

i hear the world in hushed tones…

i see it underwater as the rain falls from my eyes…

i cant tastes life like i used to…

we were supposed to grow old together…

we were supposed to be so many things…

she was my dearest friend and most fierce rival…

is this the way lifes meant to be?