There is now more distance,
Now more sorrow.
What we said will come today,
May not even come tomorrow.
But you are gone,
A new life you’ll lead
Forget about home,
And what we had.
Its all ahead,
They always say that it will get better.
But know its too late,
You’ve already made your bed.
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