Identity theives...

Comin along while things are good... Giving a lil extra feel like they should... Cuddling reality with comfort that changes... As there's no reason to luv as life rearranges... Friends that become passerbys from the strangers they used be... Setting a different kind of feel free... Using emotion to lure the heart in to a trap... Knowing damn well memories made isn't worth their past... Identity theives redirect their time... Losing interest like it ain't shit to fuck with the mind... Helping us forget who we were before they came along... As to feel for an other somehow feels wrong... Knowing they hold who we are in their brutal hands... Squeezing on the differences that broke the descend laid out wanting to bounce from the land... One theif at a time brings us out to redefine the mystery of moving on... They swing by to entertain expressions tweaking features worn... Stealing how life was as we get to living in the after effect of relations dead n gone... Yet once we release the attachments the heart is free to roam n run along... Stealing back the presence of a misplaced mind... Looking back at the world like, hi.!.