Saturday, January 09, 2010


Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye

Even with our fists held high
It never would've worked out right
We were never meant for do or die

I didn't want us to burn out
I didn't come here to hold you, now I can't stop

I want you to know that it doesn't matter
Where we take this road someone's gotta go
And I want you to know you couldn't have see me better
But I want you to move on so I'm already gone

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Between us speaking, in my opinion, it is obvious. You did not try to look in