Tony walked in a place he had never thought he would walk again...
... never say never...
Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain
I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days
This place... this apartment reminded him so many things... it brought back so many memories...
... it broke his heart...
She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones
Seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone
It broke his heart remembering all those beautiful times he had spent with you... this place that you had abandoded remined his of all those beautiful moments... all those unique moments that he would never forget...
And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The ground beneath my feet is open wide
The way that I been holding on too tight
With nothing in between
That would hunt him wherever he was... Your smile... your laugh... your eyes... your fragrance... hunting...
The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm
And time... is frozen (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life
I give her hope
I spend her love
Until she's broke
Inside
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)
He wanted so much to go back in time... talk to you... tell you how much sorry he was... how much he wanted you back... how much he wanted to be with you... how much he loved you... and how much he didn't want you to live that night...
... that night...
Written on these walls are the colors that I can't change
Leave my heart open but it stays right here in its cage
I know that in the morning now I see us in the light upon a hill
Although I am broken, my heart is untamed, still
But he couldn't...
Why?
Because he had screwed up so badly and nothing could change...
He had told you that he didn't love you... lie...
Had never loved you... lie...
And would have better been off you from the beginning... lie...
You both would... lie...
That you were never ment to be... lie...
... and...
That he wanted it to end there...
... lie...
And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The fire beneath my feet is burning bright
The way that I been holding on so tight
With nothing in between
He did it to protect you and thought that in the end he would be fine without you...
... as long as you were safe...
How wrong he was...
The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm
And time... is frozen (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life
I give her hope
I spend her love
Until she's broke
Inside
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)
He wanted so desperatly to release all those emotions... pain... sorrow... grief... regret...
But he couldn't...
He had destroyed everything in the apartment that remined him of you and although everything was a mess it still reminded him of you...
It still reminded him of all those moments that he so desperatly wanted to forget...
But he couldn't no matter what... And the pain was so immense that he felt numb... that he was dead...
Even when he had hurted himself he couldn't feel anything...
... after all his life was gone...
... you were gone...
And I been waiting for this time to come around
But baby running after you is like chasing the clouds
And he could not bring you back to him...
He kicked a broken chair that he couldn't even remember when he had broken...
He wanted to scream and shout to release some feelings but he could no longer find the strength to do so...
Tears started streaming down his cheeks as he fisted his hands...
... blood dripping from a wound he had at his one hand that had been caused the previous time that he had visited the apartment...
He wiped his tears furiously, hoping that they would stop...
... but they didn't...
... and nor would they...
... just like the pain in his heart...
The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm
And time is frozen
The story of my life
I give her hope (give her hope)
I spend her love
Until she's broke (until she's broke inside)
Inside
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)
He found a framed pisture that he hadn't broken any of the times he had visited the apartment...
A picture of you and him... when you still were together... smiling...
It was something he had forgotten to do since you were gone...
And he could not bring that smile back...
... he could not bring you back...
The story of my life
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life
... because you were dead...
