OUR TIME AGAIN
BEHIND THE FACADE OF A HAPPY FACE
OUR EMPTY WORLD, FULL OF SPACE
WHAT SEEMS SO PERFECT YET DOESN’T FULFIL
A WASTED JOURNEY, A BITTER PILL
ENVIOUS PEOPLE WISHING THEY COULD BE YOU
LOOKING SO HAPPY IF ONLY IT WERE TRUE
DECISIONS MADE THAT YOU LATER REGRET
A SAD EXISTANCE LEAVING YOU LONELY AND UPSET
COUPLES ENGAGED, MARRIED, A PARTNER FOR LIFE
SEEMINGLY SO HAPPY AS HUSBAND AND WIFE
BUILDING A FAMILY, EVERYTHING ON TRACK
LATER YOU REALISE THERE’S SOMETHING YOU LACK
DRAWN TOGETHER AT THE TIME IT FEELS RIGHT
BUT IN THE COLD REALITY OF DAY, YOU SEE THE LIGHT
REALISATION HITS HOME, YOU WISH YOU COULD RETURN
ONLY FROM THE MISTAKES WE MAKE CAN WE TRULY LEARN
LITTLE THINGS THAT GO UNSAID, ALWAYS UPSTAIRS UPON THE BED
CROSSWORD, TEA, CLASSICAL MUSIC, YOUR OWN COMPANY PREFERRED INSTEAD
ALL THE HEADACHES, EXCUSES, NEVER WANTING TO JOIN IN
LONELY, TOO SCARED TO RUN IN A RACE YOU DONT WANT TO WIN
APPEARANCES DECEPTIVE APPEARING TO HAVE IT ALL
IN TRUTH THE WORST OF ALL JUDGEMENT CALLS
MOVING HOME THE PERFECT MOVE, IT FELT SO RIGHT
WHEN IN REALITY YOU JUST DONT HAVE THE ENERGY TO FIGHT
TEARS HARD TO TAKE, NEVER REALLY THE FULL EXTENT
HOW SAD YOU WERE, THOSE MOMENTS AND WHAT THEY MEANT
DRIFTING APART BUT TOO LATE TO BEGIN AGAIN
UNABLE TO CHANGE OR ERASE THE PAIN
STUCK SOMEWHERE OTHER THAN YOU WANT TO BE
ARGUMENTS AND DIVISION FOR ALL TO SEE
WISHING YOU COULD LIVE LIFE AGAIN, TO FIND THE REAL YOU
WHEN REALITY HITS HOME IT’S TOO LATE THERES NOTHING YOU CAN DO
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