In the book is written another page
The ink is set and blotted dry
Torn between a tear and a sigh
Things like this come to pass
And we're forced to let go the past
Decisions themselves seem taken away
And what's left are the apologies made
Regrets want to linger on in our hearts
But we are forced to make a new start
This is a daily saga I'm told
And each day I continue to grow old
