It seems to me all a charade,
Just say what you’re wanting to say.
Why continue living this game,
Why go on in agonizing pain?
You say, ‘Who knows what will happen now?
We’ll see what the future holds,”
but even now, you can’t even look at me,
As the heartache has taken its toll.
Love was lost so long ago,
what is it we are waiting for,
it’s too late to turn back now,
it’s too hard to close this door.
And so the draft come barreling in,
As our hearts grow colder still,
towards love, towards each other, towards all others,
as ever weaker grows the will.
And so we continue to lay our heads,
on the same cold and heartless bed,
Only to rise once again,
In the morning, our thoughts left unsaid.
And so, the emptiness continues to grow,
With indifference latched in tow,
And sweet bitterness takes ahold,
Until we are ready to let it go.