just look ‘round

Every story you live
Is your story.
Every story you live
Doesn't have to be
Epic
To be told.

If we find ourselves disappointed
It means we wanted more.
If you admit to being disappointed
You admit to having wanted.
If I've disappointed you
Will you say it?
Will you say that you want me?

You feel like a song that
I grew up knowing and loving
But haven't heard in years.
I can remember every word
If you give me a chance.

In your den, late one night
With no music,
You asked me to slow dance.
I didn't realize,
I should've known,
That was you asking
Me
To take it slow.
I was too busy
Falling for you.

I gave myself completely to someone
Once.
She saw my soul and she knew who I was.
And she left
From irrevocable and unintentional
Pain.

I have spent the time since then
Not only trying to remember who I am
But also trying to figure out what love is
If not just a tool
To hurt each other.

It's not because
I don't have anything to say;
It's because
I cannot find the proper way
To say it.

I look beyond my tears
and see that you are gone
I wonder now what to do
Where does my lonely heart belong?

You said our love would never die
but ashes are what remain.
For this reason now I cry
this suffering causes pain.

how can our love be dead?
for you my heart still sings.
I remember what you said,
in my head in still rings:

"Love doesn't end with death,
our hearts will beat as one,
for me your love is a final breath
as this bullet leaves this gun."