Don't look beyond these friendly eyes
Because disappointment can never be a substitute for what you don't what to see
A part of myself is dead now and I pray for the start of something new
The only constant variable is that the distance grows between these two
At least the past draped itself in comfort
Now the only thing that grips is the stagnant presence of an unfamiliarity
So I stepped back and looked beyond the unknown
And I almost began to see for the first time