All the photographs are peeling
And colors turn to gray.
He stayed in his room with memories for days,
He faced an undertow of future's laid to waste,
Embraced by the loss of one he could not replace.
And there's no reason that she'd passed,
And there is no god with a plan, it's sad,
And his loneliness is proof, it's sad,
He could only love you, it's sad.
The door swings through a passing fable,
A fate we may delay, we say,
“Holding on, live within our embrace”.
He lit a match, he laid in bed
Hoping their dreams will bring her back, it's sad,
And his loneliness is cruel, it's sad,
He could only love you, it's sad.
Holding his last breath, believing
He'll make his way
If she's not forgotten,
He's haunted,
He's searching for escape.
If just one wish could bring her back, it's sent,
And his loneliness is proof, it's sad,
He will always love you, he said.