You passed the question, just left and I went after,
past the kitchen.
You packed your things together.
Minutes later, saw your keys on bedroom table.
I'm unable, to move.

Facts of life have come to me,
doesn't matter if you're there,
doesn't matter if you're everywhere.

Simple things of life are real,
what is lost can't be returned,
so you can't return.

Do you know the facts?
Have you seen your eyes?