Sometimes,
All I have to get me by are the songs you used to sing.
You'd tell me Everything.
As the days go by 
Now as I catch your gaze
I have so many questions I can't form to questions
That you'd have an answer for.
I hesitate to call your name.
As I know,
There is nothing left to say
In words.
We already see
Through all that can't be,
That what we are
Is not what we were.
So let me fare you well.
And hope our story you won't tell.