i can't but help thinking about the other side
is it as real as the dreams they once had?
i don't know who decides when it's time, but
i just wish dying didn't have to be so sad

it doesn't seem fair that we can love so much
what are we supposed to do after they leave
we are born and receive their tears of joy, but
then we return them when it's our turn to grieve

it's not right
to think an old man can bury one of his own
it's not right
to love someone a lifetime then be all alone
it's not right
it's not right to read their name on a stone

that is the price we must pay for real love
i'm ready to begin calling out someone's name
thinking about it is how I will live now, but
a dream is not the only reason why you came

i can only live knowing my fate is the same
is the only truth we know the things we conceal?
i wanted to tell you how much I love you, but
love that deep sometimes is too hard to reveal

it's not right
to think an old man can bury one of his own
it's not right
to love someone a lifetime then be all alone
it's not right
it's not right to read their name on a stone