everybody meets their end some will leave as they began in a hospital bed at their time sometimes we’re taken away stolen back to where we came i never believed you would die at twenty nine
all along we’re meant for this moving forward to exist we live on and we will never be whole again but i just wish you’d open your eyes and you’d wake up
and you’d see what you’ll never see and this time all of our ends would meet but it seems even the best of dreams will fade and we all end up the same only a memory