"Maybe if I could put my tears in
An hour glass, I could possible
Turn back the hands of time,
And you could listen to my cry
Over and over.
This is a never ending war.
Between you and my common sense.
Between me and your judgement.
Between us and the concept of love.
We never really knew what is was,
So we just went.
Never yieled at the signs that
Told us to slow down.
Never stopped at the red lights.
And look where we ended up.
Alone and lost."