So, another sad scene through glasses of green, 
one more goodbye. 
point we've all been before, a fate so unsure 
and the big desperate "why?". 
When the world calls 
we must heed the harsh tone of time. 
Tear down these old, familiar walls 
and find your path apart from mine. 

Grey, familiar clouds cast shadows and doubts 
as you start to reflect: 
Although we do our best, birds leaving the nest 
don't [bad word] back. 
When the world calls 
there's sweet potential despite threat. 
But when the final curtain falls 
it's the taste of stale regret. 

But today we're going separate ways. 
Right now it doesn't seem to make sense. 
There are different roads that we all must take, 
and they may cross again. 

The self-evident past is precious at last 
like a treasure we keep. 
The presence may fade, but memories stay 
and uncertainty. 
When the world calls 
something is always left behind. 
Venture today, the might haul 
is a new chapter in time. 

It's a life-sized [bad word]  it's more than rhyme, 
it's no crime to cry. 
Changes hurt but signify the essence of life. 
Don't ask why, I would lie if I tried to tell you 
"everything will be just fine"