It is not the number
Of steps you take...

I say goodbye
with one last dance...

Its just a fairytale heartbreak
A story that\'s been told before...

All the chances i gave you
over and over again...

Just young kids walking,
kicking up the sand...

As she stands back and watches
Her life go up in flames...

I cant believe i ever trusted you
that i believed u were my best friend...

I can see myself changing,
Slipping away...

How can I control my fury
Instead of it controlling me...

A dying rose
set on his grave...

Grabbing on its grip is tight
I’m too weak to even fight...

I try to keep myself from crying
i try to keep my eyes dry...