Photographs take time on fading into a box
But memories just aren't enough for my sick mind
And as I sit alone and think about going crazy
I dream that you'll be in it with me tonight
I've been looking for reasoning to all of this
Something I've had to live with everyday
Has gotten in the way of how I live in this big machine
I would do anything to go back in any way
I had been a perfect person in your footsteps
But if I had known it would be out last day together
I would've never say that one goodbye
I would've pray our breath away, so we won't go on forever
