Circles

What if there is no tomorrow ? There wasn't one today.

Relationships move in circles ; faces never cease to change.

I can't recall the truth I said. I only know the sound of her name.

And I can always find my way

But I can't come back the way I came

I can't come back the way I came.

I sighed not so and let her go.

She stood in the doorway.

And I've heard some cry at last goodbyes,
but all my hand could do was wave.

She second guessed the truth I said, and wondered if I did the same.

I can always find my way

But I can't come back the way I came.

I can't come back the way I came.

I can't come back the way I.

And she said, « It doesn't matter to me if the glass
is empty or if it's full : it's what's left in the bottle. »