and i wrote a letter to a friend
and asked her why it had to end the shop
still our time will love breaks your mind
but somehow there has got to be a way
i'll never be the same
still numbing yesterday
why did he have to die
and why won't she cry
why don't you just go away
and why don't we ever take the time
to figure out what isn't right
i i don't need your kind
so i won't waste my time
when did i become a broken man
you'll never understand what it takes
know who i am
you should take a ride and see the other side
well maybe then i wouldn't seen that man
and i find it hard to comprehend
and how it matters if it ends
so tell me what's the point
or is there any point
but don't tell me that you know just how i feel
it's not the only way
it's the only way i see for me
it's not that we don't care
it's just our british rare
and we don't even know the reasons why