not your everyday circumstance

Please, I know that we're different
We were one cell in the sea in the beginning
And what we're made of was all the same once
All the same
We're not that different after all


trying hard. everything is nothing short of perfunctory, well-polished and shiny, polite and like clockwork. and my heart aches.

somewhere along the way, we lost, or are losing what we had. and what i want to know is: does it matter to you at all?