"How do I live, without the ones I love? Time still turns the pages of the book it's burned, place and time, always on my mind, I have so much to say but you're so far away...
Too late, too late, I never said goodbye, too late, too late, can't even ask you why, and now I'm wasting, away in my own mysery, I hope you're finally gone, to a place where you belong...