Where do the good times disappear

Where do the good times disappear

When they have come and gone...

Replaced with new friends, not by choice,

But 'cause something went wrong?

My new friends may bring with them,

Some words that make me smile,

Still I feel melancholy,

For what was once 'our' style.

I think about Times passage,

About a promise gone,

Are friendships not forever?

Meant not to last for long?

At end of each new day now,

Without a word from you...

I try to cover up the hurt,

Pretend that I'm not blue.

I try to go on with my life,

Accept you're not a part,

But sad eyes are the mirror of,

The ache that fills my heart.