You said you’re sorry; you said your goodbye.
It’s different though, when I say: thy.
Something has changed,
And we’re no longer the same.
We’ve had our disputes, we’ve had our fights.
It’s different though, when I say: bye.
Mother used to tell me, to aim high,
You told me, to stay on the ground.
There’s the tunnel; the end we wanted.
Here’s to us and the end you wanted.
This feeling inside; it hurts.
Trembling… Trembling…
This pain is like no other.
Fluttering… Fluttering…
This beating is unlawful.
Flittering… Flittering…
It’s suddenly changing.
No one notices;
the hidden pain,
the one I bury.
Why won’t he stop?
What did I do?
I know it’s my fault.
No one understands;
the streams of tears,
I’m told to hide.
Why won’t he stop?
How long do I have?
Why won’t someone help me?
Left all alone;
no protection,
I can see the light.
Why didn’t he stop?
I know it’s over;
they’re gathered around,
a small, brown box.
Watching you from over here,
I see you watching me,
Watching back;
Everything we’ve ever done,
The memories we have,
We’ll rise as one;
Clasping hands as if this is our last,
We’ll always be together,
Holding one another,
I do, I do;
My heart beats fast,
The hatred and the pain.
I always loved you,
But it looks indifferent for you,
Closer and closer it comes,
The nearing of the end.
kieranyeoman 