sorry to see it end and all and all, we all lost a friend follow up what you have to cover tell me what you've learnt and what i'll have to discover Seeking what we've wanted what we finally found everything that comes up, must come down We'll have time to get better even if takes 10 to 20 get well letters when it hurts the most its just the heart trying recooperate when you think nothin will help get a new heart, and operate If nothing leads up and i still stay up at night that means i'm losing a one on one fight against myself because i thought of you too much just a thought, could be a disease your love, could be the breeze and your yelling, could be an earthquake let me fall in, and dissapear Just because i thought of you too much