The place where we kissed, the day that we met,
these are the memories that I will never forget.
Having our fights, I hold you on tight,
dreaming of you and willing to fight.
...
The sky is clearing,
my mind is pure.
I'm sick of fighting,
I'm ready for a cure.
...
Finding the memories from your hated crumbled past,
asking why it happened and how it didn't last.
Fumbling through the pictures of tears and selfish lies,
as the hate builds up inside you, and your tearful eyes.
...