in twenty years from now
when im old and almost dead
i look back at all the moments
that made me happy inside

to all my friends and family
who mourn my tragic ending
im sorry for the pain i have caused

i guess my weakness, is the details of my surroundings
the details, just overwhelm me

but i've done some good
and i've done some bad
if only all my ideas hadn't been so mad
i have watched them weep, i have watched them sleep

i would have taken chances, won and lost some
never thinking twice if its the right thing i have done
you reached out to me, said the greatest things and i,
always felt this feeling, i cant believe

one crows the sorrow
two crows the joy
three crows a letter
a story never told

find all the secrets
the difference in my mind
see all the pieces
a tale of one kind

i guess my weakness is the details of my surroundings
the details, just overwhelm me

your friends, your letters, they cant be returned
and trust me when i say, you'll never make my day

i would have taken chances, won and lost some
never thinking twice if its the right thing i have done
you reached out to me, said the greatest things and i,
always had this feeling, i cant believe

I do not want to be
Where people bring their sorrow
Hugged to their breast
As an offering to the deceased
For their own peace of mind
I do not want to see
Women crying on their bent knees
Men pretending to be brave

i hate goodbyes

your letters, cant be returned
your stories, won't be untold

your letters, cant be returned
your stories, won't be untold