With every ending,
it gets easier, I suppose,
I left with only a smile
and a few bags of clothes
like I was never even there
and you were never really mine
as if I didn’t care too much
looking for better on down the line.

I can sleep okay
and I can shake your hand
when I see you at work
though it wasn’t what I’d planned
which was to dwell on you
and cry myself an ocean
it’s strange I can’t tell it now
if I loved you or if I’m numbing emotion…

I’ve always been afraid of changing
but nothing stays the same, God knows,
you learn, you grow,
each time you go
it gets easier, I do suppose.