When I was young
I was so free
It was like it was meant to be
I looked down there
What little did you care
This is where it ends
What is death
But meant to be
A simple little symphony
Of rhythms that twist
Tell dirty little lies
This is where it ends
But flashbacks
Are they useful?
Do they just get in our waay?
Do they come in handy?
Or wish to stray awaay?
Never forget
I'm alive in you
Remember me
For the love is true
Will you begin?
Ohhh
Will you begin?
This is where it ends
Zoom in to the future
Lying on my deathbed
Burials and funerals
Forget that trend
Lying on your deathbed
This is where it begins x3