Our End
Everyday is the worst day ever,
How could tomorrow get any better?
People wonder "Why?"
I'll tell you why. Yesterday was the day our love died.
No longer something like "feathers of a bird",
All we exchanged were hateful words.
I complained about this, you complained about that,
Who you've been with, where I was at.
When we looked into each others eyes,
All we could see were questions of our love,
And then wondered why,
All the "us's" and "we's" have gone and passed,
"Love" is no longer the right word for us.
Time has changed,
Our love has withered,
Remember all those secrets we whispered?
Not finding what went wrong,
Feeling like we don't belong.
It fills us with fear,
Trying to fight back the tears,
Syaing to each other, non-truthfully,
"Love is oh so mere."
We try to talk without any fear.
What I wonder what you do, when the only one who can dry your tears,
Is the one that makes you cry,
And take from you, all that's dry?
But I remember, date and time, September 22nd, Sunday, 25 after 9...
In the doorway, with your case...
No longer shouting at each other, there were tears on our faces.
And we were letting go of something special...
Something we'll never have again, I know...
That there is no more love to show.
Our love has faded,
Our hearts have shaded.
We used to say we couldn't love each other more,
Now we don't talk, we only ignore,
Swears and names were what we screamed,
Love isn't always what it seems.
The last thing you screamed, is what still echoes in my head,
"Right now, I'd rather be dead!"
What did we do wrong,
With our love that felt so strong?
I don't want to cry any more tears for you,
So, please, forgive me if you do.
If only you were here tonight,
My wish would be that we could talk all this over, and make it all right.
But I know better than anyone that we can't. You say I'm impossible and frustrating.
I say you're lame and intoxicating.
We say things we don't mean,
Things with you are no longer what I'd call serene.
It used to be easy, now it's all pretend,
And as much as it pains me to say it, and it truly does...
This is our end.
How could tomorrow get any better?
People wonder "Why?"
I'll tell you why. Yesterday was the day our love died.
No longer something like "feathers of a bird",
All we exchanged were hateful words.
I complained about this, you complained about that,
Who you've been with, where I was at.
When we looked into each others eyes,
All we could see were questions of our love,
And then wondered why,
All the "us's" and "we's" have gone and passed,
"Love" is no longer the right word for us.
Time has changed,
Our love has withered,
Remember all those secrets we whispered?
Not finding what went wrong,
Feeling like we don't belong.
It fills us with fear,
Trying to fight back the tears,
Syaing to each other, non-truthfully,
"Love is oh so mere."
We try to talk without any fear.
What I wonder what you do, when the only one who can dry your tears,
Is the one that makes you cry,
And take from you, all that's dry?
But I remember, date and time, September 22nd, Sunday, 25 after 9...
In the doorway, with your case...
No longer shouting at each other, there were tears on our faces.
And we were letting go of something special...
Something we'll never have again, I know...
That there is no more love to show.
Our love has faded,
Our hearts have shaded.
We used to say we couldn't love each other more,
Now we don't talk, we only ignore,
Swears and names were what we screamed,
Love isn't always what it seems.
The last thing you screamed, is what still echoes in my head,
"Right now, I'd rather be dead!"
What did we do wrong,
With our love that felt so strong?
I don't want to cry any more tears for you,
So, please, forgive me if you do.
If only you were here tonight,
My wish would be that we could talk all this over, and make it all right.
But I know better than anyone that we can't. You say I'm impossible and frustrating.
I say you're lame and intoxicating.
We say things we don't mean,
Things with you are no longer what I'd call serene.
It used to be easy, now it's all pretend,
And as much as it pains me to say it, and it truly does...
This is our end.