I did good, you did good
But I just wish
We could've done better

Why is it hard to find
A sanctuary for myself
But it's easy to be one
For somebody else

In bliss I found happiness
'Cause in it I found you
And in bliss I caught myself
Smiling through rise and fall

Yes, in bliss I found it all
The joy, the pain, the toll
'Cause in bliss I found you
Then in it I lost you

In bliss we lived our lives
Ignorant as though content
Yes, I thought forever is now
But forever is now until it's a bliss

There is an infinity between us
Stretching far beyond my reach
Yet to my heart, this too was close

Not in proximity can my longing
Be tamed but rather knowing
That your heart still holds mine

Left with only the still images
Of that one face that had loved
You the most since infinity

And when this love that knows
No infinity at all brought pain
Then in proximity shall I cease

Return to the infinity between
Back to infinity shall I reside
Knowing no proximity and all

Death is what follows through
In moments of weakness where--
Your voice is what the winds blow

Each word they carry to my ears
Was a knife staked to the heart
Then what follows after is a fall

I die once and then another
With each was a gasp for air
Just to suffer a little more longer

My every death is in your hands
And in every death I live again
To die once more in your arms

To die once and for another

If only dreams can die
The very same way I do
Maybe my life could've--
Turned for the better

Because in everyday I feel
Like slowly dying inside
Wanting something I can't
Even hope to realize

In a thousand lifetime

What is lost then could never be found
Not on the books you burried yourself in
Nor even under the fort you call apathy
What you've lost is carried away with time

It's too late; your youth has slipped away
Next to the many regrets you collected since
Were the choices that have dulled your soul
Choices that ultimately colored you gray

Years gone by though the consequences--
The results of your very negligence
Still haunts you with the ghost you know
The ghastly ghost of your wasted youth

Seven days to celebrate another year wasted
And despite knowing the reason of solitude
It still makes you wonder, how each year--
Your birthdays get to be grayer than the last