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.