Why do all good things come to an end?
Flames to burn, lovers to friends.
Why do all good things come to an end?
Flames to burn, lovers to friends.
Why do all good things come to an end?
Flames to burn, lovers to friends.
Why do all good things come to an end?
Playing sit back, love the story
Come to an end
Come to an end
Come to an end
Come to an end
Come to an end
Come to an end
Come to an end
Come to an end
Come to an end
What would become of me
Don’t like reality
It’s way too clear to me
But really, life is bendy
We are what we don’t see
We miss everything they dream in
I only stop at exits
Wondering if I stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets in and I don’t cry
I only feel grippity and I wonder why
I don’t know why.
Flames to burn,.
.
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Why do all good things come to an end?
Flames to burn, lovers to run.
Why do all good things come to an end?
