Pretend to be okay.
Pretend you didn't see.
Fake it every day.
Say "It's not hurting me".

You know what you saw.
You know the truth.
But just clamp your jaw.
Honesty's uncouth.

Don't let them worry.
Don't let them see.
Make a quiet scurry,
Far from 221B.

You still see him there.
He walks like a ghost,
Beside you everywhere.
And this hurts you most.

He left you all alone.
A small, broken man.
A farewell by phone,
And a magic trick scam.

He will not return.
Do you understand?
For now he will burn,
As was Moriarty's plan.

All you have left,
All you can lean on,
Two words before his theft:
"Goodbye, John."