When everything has been said

What are we suppose to say, when everything has been said?

What are we suppose to do, when there is nothing left to do?

The years have past, things haven't changed.

Days bring on a time to move on.

Even if, I will always feel,

I will always think of.

Will always wonder,

How it could have been.

What are we suppose to sing, when the song has end?

Where are we suppose to dance, when there's no place to stand?

The sun has rised, the rain has felt,

Now the wind blows a new breathe.

Even if, I will always feel,

I will always think of,

Will always wonder,

How it could have been.

I know you can live without me,

And I am better when I am not with you.

Are you still suppose to dream, when it takes over the real?

Are you still suppose to see what has never truly exist?