It's All Too Different

I sit around and think at night;
About how things used to be.
I think about the things we've done,
and what they've meant to me.
I sit around and hope they've meant the same to as me,
Because all those nights and days we've shared;
Will never be what they used to be.
So this is when I say; while I sit up on my bed,
I hope things go to the way once was.
But, to my dismay I realize,
It's all too different; you and me.
And this my friend is what I fear to be the
End of you and me.