If I had a dollar,
And you had only change...

It's strange to know,
That love is a blind eye...

My heart is in tears,
Crying out to the sky...

The time is right,
It's time for my cycle...

Echoes.
Screams...

The enamor of conversation,
Is completely beyond my control...

I wonder if we could ever be one,
With your simple, adolescent, dead heart...

It's hard when you lose a friend,
One you felt a connection with...