On the pier

Somewhere between wishful thinking

And utter despair

I can still remember

your resentful stare.

The sadness that consumes us.

All the tears that we cried.

The times when you held my hand

And said the stars will never die.

We spoke about religion

We fought about the truth

Our shattered hearts now

Serve to us as proof



That good things always,

They always come to an end .



No matter how many years go by

If I really try

I can still remember

Our goodbye

We can no longer deny

But maybe we can close our eyes

And lie

That maybe good things don’t always,

They always come to an end.