The days pass by with more and more of the same,

the same that passes every day that I have lived.

Never has the passing befall easier,

For every day is more than I can take.

Does this pain ever cease,

Has a day arisen without a twinge of pain?

Losing me more and more she does,

With out recognition without heart

So it is I to say toady,

What ever may befall you is no longer my concern

What occurs on the days behind of the past is faded

The time of which I was once yours is forgotten,

The life I once knew is lost forever.