There are times in our heart
When we are swept over by ranging emotions
Times when we are overwhelmed by sadness, And overcome by misery.
Times when we feel that we are loved

Only for the worth others could get from us,
Not for who we really are.
Sometimes, we need to be alone, To feel blue, to feel lonely,
To listened to a song and cry. Then we asked ourselves,

Why does this song have to end? Why do we have to hurt?
When we let go of someone we love? In a relationship we treasure,
The hardest thing to do is saying goodbye, And setting someone free
In every last embrace, a part of us die, Every teardrop that falls washes away our hope.

Then, we are kept with nothing, But pain and bitter memories
Because we have lost love but never knew how,
And probably never knew why?
We try to get away, but every move we make

Somehow has its way of reminding us of the past all over again.
Every turn of our head and every blink of an eye
Reminds us of love lost in eternity, It makes us wonder,
How one person can makes us feel so empty, So alone, and so desolate

Every song, no matter how beautiful it is,
Will have to end on its last note. Like every day has its night,
All that has started will have to end on it own time.
It is an inevitability that we cannot restrain,

Something that we cannot control,
And just a fact that we have to accept
And live up with. Let us remember that our lives
Doesn't have to end, Where our heartaches begin
Somewhere, someone will come along,