isn't it funny.

isn't it funny how it ended so fast, there wasn't even time to blink.
isn't it funny how we swore we'd be there forever, chasing eachother around the old people's home.
isn't funny how we threw every single memory into the flames.
isn't if funny how it changed like the wind.
isn't if funny how one moment we stood hand in hand, and the next it was painful to even look in each other's eyes.
isn't it funny how when we look back, we see two innocent little girls laughing on the benches in the park.
isn't it funny that now we look forward into the future we see nothing but emptiness.

isn't it funny, that despite all this, i still call you my sister.