so there was this girl, beautiful maybe, and she was yours. a secret in her eyes maybe, and she was yours.

and there was this boy, maybe it was you, and was sick. if he'd slept maybe he would have grown up, but would still be sick. there was this boy, maybe it was you, and was mad. he said tomorrow everything would end, and it did. he understood one day everything would eventually end, and it did.

there was this house, huge maybe, and it was ours. there were no sunshine in the rooms maybe, and it was ours. there was this house, it was ours, but one day the sun never rose and the boy ended everything.

the sun that rose every morning, stopped rising eventually. her hands slipped out of mine and she turned into a shining star. her smiling eyes eventually filled up with tears...

so don't you cry now, she won't hear. once upon a time she would... as she was going she took all color with her. all she left behind is dark. the darkness... you cry inside... maybe she found her peace of mind...

you say the world should stop turning around and life should stop fading away but to live is not a game to play. everything will end however you refuse!