Trudging from here to there all the same
We wear the same faces of anguish and pain.
I look down and avoid seeing any faces because
It's seeing him around that I'm afraid of.

Staying silent at jokes I once thought were funny
Hating the sky when the day turns out sunny.
I'm an old book, my pages are torn,
I'm unwanted and used, so heavily worn.

I step everyday with the same and sad stride,
In each step lies a tear from the river's I've cried.
The simplest things become harder to do
Everything's been this way, since I lost you.


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Good day, Sunshine!