Flicking through the the pages,
The photos piled high...

Play a game of romance.
Flick down to the last chapter...

Please wont you hold my hand,
And think of those moments...

The wind whips through the room,
Banging doors...

It's times like this when i miss you the most.
I sit at home, alone in my silent room...

You whisper those forgotten words,
As we watch the roses grow...

We shiver as the winter chill freezes us.
Trapped in eternal darkness...

Into those honest eyes i fall,
Down the well i tumble...

The beautiful black butterfly
Lies helplessly...

A wooden door tightly closed.
Through the walls she sits alone...

Darkness tricks my mind,
Those shadows play wicked games...

He stands there,
Tall and strong...