Hello beautiful
what is your name...
Why does it have to be this way
looking at our old pics...
Green grass and red roses
sad faces and people crying...
On the 24th of December
Christmas Eve, it was...
So this is where i say to myself
good things come to an end...
In my hand
i hold my past...
Throughout the day
and in my dreams...
These past few days
as i look on...
I am a normal person
i eat, i sleep, and i dream...
If only you knew how amazing you were
to turn miserable days...
So here it is
the end of all...
Let's make things better
how they used to be...