use to be so innocent
thought i'd never change
a victim of the feeling then
fighting everything
nothing here is permanent
we all just fade away
the writings on the wall
the stories i've been told
crying cause i know you won't be too long
the writings on the wall
i'm bracing for the fall
so now if it's not too late to ask for more
i hope that you will find what you are looking for
you and i were dreaming like
we could see the other side
with all the mess of ignorance
dreaming never hides
but nothing here is permanent
we're running out of time
i try to forget
but the memory takes its toll
can't control it
how does this happen to us all
how do i go on
in a world where you are gone
cold and heartless
find the will to carry on