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.