Losing Grip

Sometimes I wonder if you ever think of me and how it

used to be

And I wonder if you ever miss those days, they seem so

far away

But me, I'm dwelling on the past

If I am losing grip, then who will save me?

I don't know why I thought that we could last

When everything must end

Sometimes I wonder why my friends were quick to say

"it'll be OK"

When only I know how torn apart I feel inside, but

there's still foolish pride

And when the light that hits my eyes wakes me

I know that just for a moment

I'll have you back with me and I'll be fine, but

everything must end

Now it's all gone

Everything must end