They say they love each other, I've no doubt they do.
They say they'll always be together, that may not be true.
They come from different places, different points of view.

They find themselves in different spaces, everything is all
brand new.


Two different directions, too many different ways.
One always on the road somewhere, the other one always stays too
often unhappy.


When you are moving in different directions, true love is all
alone.

Old stories start to surface, patterns from long ago.
And loving quickly turns to anger for reasons they don't even
know.

The strongest heart can be broken with one insensitive word.
The deepest feelings remain unspoken, no one is seen and nothing
heard.


Two different directions, too many different ways.
One always wants to work things out, the other one wants to

play.
Too ready for changes, too much that just can't wait.
When you are moving in different directions, true love can turn

to hate.

If opposites attract each other, what's the reason for?

One being like an open window, one just like closing a door.

Two different directions, too many different ways.

One likes to see the morning sunrise, the other one sleeps in
late.
Too many tomorrows, too many times too late.

When you are moving in different directions, true love may have
to wait.
If you are committed to different directions, true love will

have to wait.