It's been a while n so on,
the broken glasses have been thrown
I paint the pane,
a new each day
but it cdnt replace the one i've known,,,

I can stop to cover in lieu,
no old n nothing new
i would swirl every shade in vain
to hide what has been missing

It's been a while
n so the pictures are thrown away
I dunno though to be glad or sad
to be not able to feel the same way,

It's not that i want to have you now
thr lies nothing ahead this lane
but if it was ever that i felt again
Tis the shreadz n the remains of the broken pane