you are not the first,
and that which comes after that, is not you.
oh, the things i have seen.
the things i have done.
the things i have dreamed,
the things i've begun.
and nobody knows,
but a fallen tree that witnessed me,
him alone,
him and me.
for we could embrace the sweet desires in the moments as they passed.
but we swore they couldn't last. we knew they wouldn't last.
and yet his heart was full of fire
at the man that he'd become.
and we laughed, but we did not love.
all of this can be broken,
all of this can be broken.
and i have no reason to reason with you.
