The blood in my veins doesn't flow the same. 
we aren't what we once shared, our words cut to shame. 
We learned to hate, leaving no trace of best friends. 

stream meets a boulder, [bad word] escapes orbit. 

I can't blame you for what you are, or what we are. 

and don't say that things will stay the same because wishing, wanting, and hoping will do nothing. Nothing, i'll mean nothing. 

We know what we're made of as we end it with "someone that we once cared for."