And he still sits locked away in his room, alone with his guitar, tears rolling down his face. Playing the songs that he wrote for them about how they would one day spend forever together.
And she still sits locked away in her bathroom, remembering the lyrics that he'd read to her, tears running down her cheeks. Singing the songs he would sing to her about how they would one day spend forever together.
And they sit alone remembering the times they spent together. All the late night phone call and the dark stairwells they would meet in. Never to have those times again. But the memories will always be special to them. The time when they thought they would one day spend forever together.
