I know that death is a part of life
But why does it seem like a shadow with every strife
Where is the end, why are we living
Are we ready to be adults yet

It's hard to live and let live when you
Love and can't let go
It's hard to grow when you know you're getting closer
To and fro the end is a mystery

You can't make rights nor wrongs
You can only make history
What works for me
Doesn't work for you
But why do we care if we never make it through

I want to love you and let go
Never want to grow up
Never want to be left alone
If history's all we can make
Then I want to be known