• There never comes a single day,
    where I could forget that spring,
    and in a blink of my eye,
    my whole world decided to die,
    everything is now gone,
    everything is now gone.
    with broken hearts and broken strings
    here without a guitar I sing.
    a story,
    of not so long ago,
    and I sit here think of you,
    as my face turns shades of blue,
    and I sit here writing in the dark,
    wrapped all up in guilt and lies
    nobody can break my ties
    with you
    I loved you,
    more than anyone can know.