I live with the knowledge that things will never be the same againThat things can never go back to what they wereTo what we wereOn the coldest of nights, when the chill leaks into my soul I am put in memory of what we were together, and what we hadYes I am sadYes I mournBut to think that you are happy, makes me happyAnd though it is not with me, I remind myself that it is for the bestThe days are hard, the nights harder s...