Not many were there,
When I decided to go,
They said they'd be sad when I left,
So, many let me go,
I never left, never let them go,
Hands and hearts lose touch,
Fear the worst,
And I'm falling apart,
Nobody wants to hold on to a nightmare,
Nobody cares for the sun that's barely there,
In evenings we scream with our eyes shut,
And I wonder where you go,
Where I've been,
Why you're over there,
Not here with me.
Come, spend my heart on living memories,
I fear I've lost myself,
I have lost the moments where we used to be,
In the most empty suroundings I leave my dreams,
Dreams of tragedy, worst death of lovers voice,
Having to walk a mile is nothing if I'm going,
But this is such a hell, when I'm leaving,
Each day, spending lost breaths and notes of melancholy melody,
I had the blood under control,
Never thought the hardest memories, would fall as a gun to my heart,
Control seemed in my hands,
Until I felt my eyelids faint,
Of lips as tired, of minds worked on from angels telling,
I thought I saw our hope,
So I ran after the rain,
And the clouds of destruction that seemed to follow right behind,
I missed your life,
And you found me, at the edge of the highest place our eyes had seen,
The highest place most eyes would ever wish to see,
Gasping for breath,
And seaching every eye I saw, for a reason to breath.
