'Till death do us part,
Let's hope that's not too soon,
And when we feel like we're falling,
Lets hope we don't hit too hard,
It takes a lot of hope, and it takes a lot of hell,
When you're always lost, you can barely call it lost at all,
Who I am doesn't matter,
When they want who I'm not,
It's like someone committing suicide you didn't know,
Sometimes you're more interested when they're gone,
Less so when they're here,
People get so sad when you're gone,
Not a smile at all though, while you're here,
You want to hear their voice, talk all night,
When they come along, tongue's as heavy as heart,
Not a word comes out, and then they're gone,
The abyss of searching for what's worth finding,
Find something worth finding, and as a warm winters breeze,
Never will it stay, like following your shadow,
Once you realize how to make it stay,
The sun sets, and it does not rise again,
Don't need a phone number, postal code or address at all,
Sometimes the best things don't come, they often go,
The grandest dreams turn into nightmares in their absence,
Wonderful sleep into an insomniac hell,
As the crows all fly away when someone dies,
It's simple, and it's really quite plain,
Forget your nerves and your memories, and try to forget the pain.