I hope that we will make it though the heartbreak...
all the good times that past and all the friends...

In this city the streets are paved with hate and...
and say, "No, there aren't enough love songs...

You told me on your birthday, all the things that...
and in the streets you walk, you hide your face...

And, even when we extend ourselves, it's only to...
and so often we don't struggle to improve...

Goodbyes are said and roses thrown And the crowd...