What's the story about the loss of our youth?
Can you tell the tale and still tell the truth?
Because, as I see it, you fell down when she let loose.. And the love that you two shared just turned out to be abuse.
Where is the proof that you ever did exist?
What if you are just a dream of mine?
I guess I'll never find out in this life time.
What is the story on the loss of my youth?
You think I can tell the tale and still tell the truth?
As I see it, I fell down when you let loose.(... and don't get me wrong - I'm not using that as an excuse.)And the love that we shared, in the end, was just abuse.
So what's the use in trying.. when you're life's mission is dying?
What if you could take a class in True Surviving?
Maybe you were pretend, a legend, a tale...
Or what if, just what if this is all real?
Maybe I'm here, maybe I'm not.
Maybe I'll grow or maybe I'll rot...
Maybe I'll keep pretending.. or maybe I can use these thoughts.
Oh, does it even matter anymore?
It seems our love story is long since forgotten and lost..