I know I'm falling down again, this pale sharp dagger is letting me bleed, maybe in the end it'll be you to realize that I deserved this, I hate the good-byes, it's all that is shared between us, never the soft-hearted stories, or the memories we had once known, because I know if you tried then you could remember, but I dream of those memories, when I open my eyes they are just a faded photo album, I know I lost you, but I don't know why, or what went wrong, if we had ever fallen in love, I would like to know, why we had to be apart, go our seperate ways, I want that dream again, and know that our love, it didn't kill us.