Is it you?
Is it me?
Our pathetic life
is symphony

We hold hands,
but you turn around and stare
even though there's nothing there

Why on earth did I choose this?
How in the world could I pull you through this?
Our lives were not meant to be,
intertwined

I've noticed that through the years,
as the fog disappears,
that we have grown apart
I think its time for a new start

The orchestras seem to cease
but only you can piece
this mystery together

Why on earth did I choose this?
How in the world could I pull you through this?
Our lives were not meant to be,
intertwined

In the end we both will perish
does it matter that we had our problems?
we are at peace now,
together or not