Who would have thought
 It would be the last kiss?
 The phone hung silent
 And the words spoken
 Infected him like a disease.
 With a world turned upside down
 He fell into the black night sky.
 The roses withered
 With the sound of razors
 Singing his farewell.
 He wrote her a song -
 "My heart was yours," he said,
 And now his heart rested
 In broken pieces in her hands.
 It was too late.
 The memories had faded
 Into his open wounds
 And not even her love song
 Could whitewash the blood from the wall.
 Not even his love song
 Could touch her heart.
 Only heartbeats pierced the silence,
 Paced to the thoughts of
 Her smile in the sunshine.
 He lay peacefully on the tile floor,
 But not in peace.
 The sound of sirens
 Turned into her steps,
 And as he saw her
 The final tears fell
 Because she was still just a dream.