Wake up every day
you're a sad sack
He's been gone too long
You know every day
he ain't coming back

Push forward
no matter what they say

There was a spark
then a flame
we couldn't put it out
It left a mark
Never be the same

Push forward
no matter what they do

My heart was warm
but inside always scared
We tried to start over
Weather the storm
together souls bared

Push forward
no matter how they smile

The sorrow never ends
taste the salty tears
Gets harder to keep going
nothing else transcends
giving it all these years

Push forward
no matter how it tastes

Break my heart to admit
I should move on.
Knowing is half the battle
but giving in to submit
I feel like a pawn

Push forward
no matter how they snigger

It's all in poor taste
which ever I choose
Will I win either way
Can the past be displaced
Another take these blues

No matter what they think

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Scarlatan, in the year 587 AF.