Happy Ending

Things between us have changed. Pretending only presents the underlying problem. We spend our time in seperate rooms. The television on two seperate channels. Still unable to find what we're looking for. Demanding peace unwilling to press for change. The thing's we said we'd never do. Complete faith that we'd never walk pass each other. So much as a single word. Strangers in wait that it will get better. If it isn't you, I can't go on. Good or bad. Being forced to pretend that everything is alright. Another show airs. Demanding attention else where. I am trying, But can't keep flipping past the infomercials without being tempted. Searching for a happy ending