It's starting to dawn on me: "I miss you"
...more than I ought to be
I'm staring at old frontispiece pictures
SOMETHING'S GOTTA GIVE
This beautiful day I'll brace this broken page with pieces I'm picking up
But little did I know the stories
weren't where I left them off
Said she's gone without me
Said she, "It just wasn't meant to be"
I used to make a wish before the blazes wake in January sky
They were composed of hopes I've coated with reproach to keep the powder dry
It started to rain on me: I missed out
on opportunities
So I suppose I won't recover from this loss
until I've finally
Burned all these thoughts of you
(Oh she can't be...No, she...Please be mistaken...)
Erased all the memories
(Is she "taken"?)
Wondering how can I endure underneath
the past and soon forgotten
until I can sing this requiem for me and you
(Said she's gone without me)
The final bomb has blown and
yet I'm still counting past the hour
until dawn (until dawn)
no sleep (no sleep)
I can't be dreaming (I won't be dreaming of what)
dreams of what life might've have been
could've been
should've been
Bury these thoughts of you
(Oh she couldn't be...No, she...Please be mistaken...)
Bereft from the memories
(Oh she's taken)
Wondering how can I ensure I could reach
beyond this place, I guess I would never know
How do I go on when you are gone?
(Can't go on it's clearly in the endgame)
When the final nail in the coffin hits me,
(Final as in married and expecting)
will I want to be a ghost than spend afterlife in heaven?