we can't give it back

it doesn't get easier
it just stops being new
my days carry on
I think less now of you

but the importance I place
on different things
doesn't take it away
what the thought of you brings

you're still the same you
and I'm still the same me
we've just gone separate ways
we've moved on, we are free

but all that we shared
it is frozen in time
and we can't give it back
for it's auld lang syne.