All I want is to understand why everything good melts like ice in my hands I'm afraid to ask - how long can this last? this life will leave me, their smiles tease me I've wished my last wish
forced to keep all these thoughts to myself for fear you won't care enough to help none of your words will ever be heard void of emotion, there's no solution
I've wished my last wish it's too late to wait for a better tomorrow
why does everything good melt like ice in my hand?