As I watch the golden sunset
bow it's lonely head behind the trees...

There he is again
back in the picture once more...

I used to hold my breath
believing that you'd call...

Let me go, see me fly
You know you'd rather see me die...

Saying goodbye
Is never easy to do...

You want me back
But i feel its to late...

Don't turn back
you might see...

I dont know who you are anymore
ever since you started hanging out...