You can turn your back on the face in the mirror, awaken to find that your just getting nearer to the end. And you can tell yourself but you'll never believe that it's really true... You always knew.
“I'm standing here, looking at your photograph. I can't believe I'm all alone and you're not coming back. On and on, we rode the storm. I sometimes wish, I'd never been born, alone here, crying out for love…”