Longest road pt. I

"So don't you go playing tough
I know this game and I had enough

 

It's right in front of you
The longest road for you to walk through
If this is the place to start
Then go, follow your heart"
 

The longest road.

How can you ask me to "get used to it"?

How can you think I will, if I walk by all these places where we've been together, now alone?

Such undeniable truth, that is, I miss you everyday.

Such irrevocable truth, that is, you don't seem to care.

 You aren't made of ice. Nor am I.