The time for tears has gone by,
The good times have gone too.
A half-alive make-believe life is what this is-
The façade of joy, the pretence of moving on.
The lonely feeling returns to bite
Like frost in the winter
And our lost laughter echoes in the frigid silence.
I still smile and say to you,
I’m getting by, that I’m good.
And you have to shatter it all
Into a million shards of glass
With a little sniff
As I hear my grief in your shaking voice.
Oh the cruelty of time and distance
Can take the childhood out of us.
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