The wind is harsh it pulls at my heart, I try to take part in whats been pulled apart. It storms in from mind, I've been left behind, how can this be whats become of me.

I remember the times that you held my hand, you fell through my hand like a small grane of sand. I took this too far, I've shown all my scars, I still look to you as my luck star.

I sing to the sky, because I'm not shy, I watch the stars twinkle and then slowly die. Like the feelings I have only for you, knowing full well that you are like moon. Meaning that when you shine bright then dissapear, I think its quite clear that your still fucking here.

Recalling the days when you went away, I remember the fray of complete disarray. It took me so long, to think of a song, I know its silly but they all turned out wrong. So I wrote you this one, because it's begun, the ending of life at the point of a gun.

How many times must we say goodbye, I flash all my pain in the blink of an eye, but refuse to deny all that this is, go live your life while I go end his.