Remember the first time I held your hand?
Remember when we first looked into each others...

Why can't i join everybody up above.
a place people dream about...

Why does it have to be this way
looking at our old pics...

Hello beautiful
what is your name...

Green grass and red roses
sad faces and people crying...

If only you knew how amazing you were
to turn miserable days...

I want you
to be the one i hoped for...

In my hand
i hold my past...

I have traveled so far
a journey few risk to take...

What is pain?
but a figment of your imagination...

So here it is
the end of all...

So this is where i say to myself
good things come to an end...