Was I ever really the one to say.
That this would ever be easy?
I never made a promise yet that I couldn't keep.
Yet every time you put up that face.
that face that tells me I've done wrong.
Shows you i couldn't promise you forever.
Cause dear,
there's just
something about the pain that keeps drawing me closer.
And I'm not quite sure it's the best deal in the house.
But I'm not budging.

My blinders were on for so long.
I thought it'd be nice to let go.
Excuse me if your death was just a product of my mind.
Sometimes, it needs to be there.
Sometimes, it helps.
And no, I still will not make promises to you that I know are false.
Because we've all been down the hard road, and dear.
I've been down too many.  Spare me ---

Were you the one who told me, "Love" is all we needed?
How could I ever ask that much from you?
I knew how naive you were, because in a far away land, I too, was in your shoes.
and even though the fire diminished in our violent wake.
I still have the need to thank you.
Because love is a lesson.
And even if our hearts cooled down and snuffed out the fire.
You taught me.  Yes. You taught me.
And yes dear.  I was a student and took it all in.
And yes dear.  I learned---