It's bin over for a wile .
Nether one of us know how to smile .
All thats left is broken dreams .
And some unwanted teary sense .
To mad to talk .
To hurt to walk .
To many tears .
So many years .
To late to try .
To broke to fly .
One to leave .
One to greave .
One that lost .
One still crossed .
No middle ground .
Have they found .
One to say .
It's done today .
