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

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

Let's make things better
how they used to be...

So here it is
the end of all...

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

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

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

In my hand
i hold my past...

Throughout the day
and in my dreams...

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