No More the Window

No more the window,
no more the door,
as I try crossing the room.

You said you loved me.
You keep telling lies.
What happens on the day,
We say our goodbyes.

Why does it matter,
the look in your eyes,
is welcoming, not,
and we wither and die?

Do you make a difference,
when there are too many whys?
I am tired of hearing,
the sad refrain of sighs.

Be good tomorrow,
for everyone dies,
and once we know,
there will be no surprise.