That's The Way The Cookie Crumbles

My house was robbed Sacred things were stolen a "good" friend betrayed me which lead to my heart, broken. But is that not The Way The Cookie Crumbles? When Dunked in milk? Or when one stumbles? And explanation you may demand-- 'Why me?' Or 'why my cookie?' 'O! Why is life not grand?' There are times when you'll walk tall there are times you cannot stand. But as The Cookie Crumbles You'll see things go hand-in-hand Bake yourself another tray for without cookies you'll waste away! The things that were stolen were replaced. And those with sentiment? My mind will not erase. The deceitful friend I used to have has apologized (enough!) for his hurtful backstabs -though.. I find it hard to conciliate when what he did caused so much hate A mending heart will take more time but I'll eat this here cookie and I'll be just fine