People change. . .
They can change for the better. . .
They can change for the worst. . .
But my friend is lucky. . .
He's changed for the better. . .
His past has been forgiven. . .
Although it can't be forgotten. . .
Some people aren't that lucky. . .
Sometimes the changes never come. .

How could you do this?
I told you about it all,
Everything that had happened,
but you still went and did it,
Why did you do this?
I thought I could trust you,
I thought we were friends,
but you still went and did it,
Was I wrong to trust you?
It doesn't matter,
You still betrayed me. . .

Cry me a river,
Cause my tears are all gone,
There's nothing left inside,
And the outside's made of stone,
Although you try to break me,
I won't break,
But piece by piece I'll crack,
I'll erode away...

Imagination can be a beautiful thing...
An ugly thing...
Imagination can be a safe thing...
A dangerous thing...
Imagination can be a comforting thing...
A scary thing...
Imagination depends on the person...

I'm not afraid of failing...
Nobody else is either...
It's the disappointment...
The negative emotions we bring on ourselves and others we're afraid of...
People can say they don't care...
But failure gets to everyone...
And some failures stick with you forever...

When it's dark and there's nobody around...
Look for the light...
Because that's where a shadow can be found...

The first goodbye should always be easy...
The second should be the same...
As time goes on the goodbyes get harder...
You just want a little longer...
But things get in the way...
Now this goodbye is the only one left...
Goodbye...