he waits for a line to stumble onto his lips   until he breaks the silence, silence   this moment on forever and   years have passed but he looks at the clock   and it still says six thirty four seasons have changed   his light's not the same color of her eyes are different      and he says   "i've gotta do this   i'm in transit   we are over   and i'm still hurting"   "gotta move on   gotta move on   we can't lie to ourselves anymore"      he wants to tell her that he still loves her   but he knows its not right, not right   tiny rivers crawling down his face   as he begins to speak he cant believe   that its come to this   the spectrum of heartache is forever widening      and he says,   "i've gotta do this   i'm in transit   we are over   and i'm still hurting"   "gotta move on   gotta move on   we can't lie to ourselves anymore"      why does it have to be like this