We live, we die,
We say, we lie;
We love, we let go;
We dream, we realize;
And what are those for?
Do we become of what we are?
Do we take hold of the distances?
Are we able to reach the stars?
And are we appropriate to chances?
Don't push yourself, be real.
And yet we have problems
Are we happy with it?
We will if we want to...
But it'll be tougher than before.
Tougher that you become the master of your demise.
Problems are just problems
Yet we have assumed too much
Don't be afraid to lose
Try to conquer, never ruin.
Problems are just problems.
Being lost and lonely is not an end,
It's just a beginning on how we realize,
How we eagerly search for answers
That one day will ultimately solve
The most tragic question among all.
Hard as it may seem yet it's true;
We love and for a certain time we're lost.
That's part of it as it has existed, but why?
Do those things really have to happen?
Do we really have to be deeply hurt?
When we say we miss the things we do,
We just want to get back and change things.
But now, time flows all around and there's no way out.
Can we wait forever beyond anything?
It's risking much of what we can ever think of.
When hope is out of sight, just reach out;
I just want you to know that I can wait forever
And we'll spend every moment of our lives
The way it has been before – unhurt.
No tears shed, no broken hearts, and no lost minds.
But when you feel uncertain and lost,
Please remember I'll always be beside you.
I'll carry the burden that has been laid upon,
It might be wrong yet I don't care,
I just wa