Moving On

I don't think of you as I used to before
That's for sure, that's for sure.
It's not that I don't want to find you alive
Any more, any more,
But I can just give you one thought every day
And no more, and no more,
For the pain that it causes to bring you to mind
Is a chore, it's a chore,
And for the tears that I cry as you visit my soul
There's no cure, there's no cure.
So please, please forgive me
If you decide to visit me
When I'm smiling -
I'm smiling 'cause I can.