after the tripi seemed to have come back to a different houseeverything was the samei came back late like how i used to everydayand everything was dark cause everyone else sleptthere was no additional or less furnituresthey all stayed at where they used to bebut somehow something feels differenti seemed to have come back to an emptier housethen sis told menainai moved outtogether with tri and daniel'why'was my first thoughtbut i knewi have always knownall of us have always knownwho else could it be righti feel a deep regretfor not cherishing them morethey've actually taken a bigger place in methan i have ever imaginedthe times that they were heremade me feel like this was an actual homei just know them leaving will have a great impact on meand i dont want to live like how things was beforeim seriously gonna miss them
i feel helpless
i feel faint
the worst thing is
i left home for batam at night
without even informing her
or saying goodbye
now that im back, she's gone
the emptiness is starting to eat me inside
The house seems smaller since she's been gone.
The lights stay dim and the shutters drawn.
But the clock keeps running and time runs on,
and there's time enough has flown
if I have to live alone.
The leaves still rustle, the wind still whines;
the sun shines colder but still it shines.
I do my living between the lines
like the silent times I've known
when I had to live alone.
Before I knew her I had my ways
to fill the hours, to kill the days.
Have a meal at the cafe
ev'ry night at ten;
take a walk, take a nap, perhaps a card game now and then.
I've lived alone before and I can do it again.
I still hear laughter, I still see stars, and if it's true that a smile comes hard,
well, that's the reason that God made scars, to protect us once they've grown.
Let them harden now like stone,
let them harden now like stone
if I have to live alone *from the musical: the baker's wife; if i have to live alone
