every night i pray for survival andnheaded on your waynand you forfit the revival of the songs you used to playnso remember where you came from because one day you will be there againnnin the face of reminiscing i think of her as tall.njust incase she's listeningni'll admit it was my faultnshe believes all that i tell herni wouldn't want to hurt her againnnand i was never sure of the way my life would go nmany times before nit was that all i would knowni can't really tell you what would happen if i tried to admit to myself that a part of me has died.nni can see the sun is melting as she slowly fades awaynbut there was just no helping all the words i tried to saynif there was we would have made itnthere can be no turning back nownnso it's off with good intentions and non with what is bestnuntil i find the place where i belongnjust like the restnshould have guessed it would have taken a couple times or more before i'd knownnand i was never sure of the way my life would go nmany times before nit was that all i would knowni can't really tell you what would happen if i tried to admit to myself that a part of me has died.