I was uncertain about everything.
And there in the sky was an opening.
That could take me away from this place, and all of this.
Would they even notice, would there be a change if I was gone, for hundreds of days?
And this is the reason why, there's some people I won't miss.
Cause I'm so tired of feeling alone, we could have been golden.
We could have been something, we could have been eerything that we wanted.
But we were too fragile, we could be broken. And we could be bought.
The suns still going down on me, I'm waiting for you.
I'm up to my knees, and I can't make a move without there being something I could lose.
And could there be something better than this? could I find a meaning to happiness?
Could a smile be an expression I could use.
Cause I'm still tired of feeling alone, we could have been golden.
We could have been something. We could have been everything that we wanted.
But we were too fragile, we could be broken. And we could be bought.
If this is the last time I'm going to say this, I loved you more than anything and I still do.
And I still do. I still think of you when I close my ees, with your face stuck in my mind.
Smiling, while I was dying inside.
