Every time we say goodbye
I'm terrified
It'll be for the last time

Its haunting me,
the feeling I cannot escape.
I'm lost in this strange maze
with a strange feeling.
Though it sounds like nightmare
but it taste like a beautiful dream.
The sound of music
seems unreal.
It's like a melody, a lullaby
that keeps your heart awake.
The once an empty canvass
now seems to bloom with beauty,
filled with color and piquancy.

This dream isn't done
when I woke up with you.
I'm falling for you.

Porcelain angels
are delicate things
and darling,
you broke
your own wings.

Tires,
They spin faster,
And fast on the ice,
Never seeming to stop.

Your life,
Flashed right before your eyes,
Faster then the tires on the ice.

You have grown older,
Have made something of yourself,
But the ice never changed,
But the tired got off the ice.

Then the ice melted away,
Like your life slowly does,
Day after day.

It slowly happens,
But seems so quick.
Your tires soon unstick.

You life flashes,
Time to say goodbye,
Goodbye you,
Goodbye tires,
Goodbye ice.