In two more years, my sweetheart, we will see another view
such longing for the past for such completion
What was once golden has now turned a shade of grey
I've become crueler in your presence

They say: 'be brave, there's a right way and a wrong way'
This pain won't last for ever, this pain won't last for ever

Two more years, there's only two more years
Two more years so hold on

You've cried enough this lifetime, my beloved polar bear
Tears to fill a sea to drown a beacon
To start anew all over, remove those scars from your arms
To start anew all over more enlightened

I know, my love, this is not the only story you can tell
This pain won't last for ever, this pain won't last for ever

Two more years...

You don't need to find answers for questions never asked of you

dead weights and balloons
drag me to you
dead weights and balloons
to sleep in your arms
ive become rougher, this world is killing me

we cover our lies with handshakes and smiles
we try to remember our alibis
we tell lies to our parents he hide in their rooms
we bury our secrets in the garden
of course we could never make this love last
i said of course we could never make this love last
the only love we know is love for ourselves
we bury our secrets in the garden

18 more months to go.

It is funny how i find myself subconsciously doing certain things. I guess you have became a habit.They say breaking up is like an amputation. I understand why they say that. You lose an arm but you still try to reach out and grab something then harshly and unforgivingly , reality hits. It hits so hard.
Like an amputee who will never miss his arm.
I cannot will not deny or hide the fact that i will always be in love with you.

It hurts to think of you not being with me.
But when i think of you its exciting.