Did you hear that rustle in the bushes?
A quiet footstep, walking away
Did you feel that heartbeat,
Slowly fading from an emotion's life?
As the picture turns to black and white
Then crumbles into a dusty pile
As the wick turns black
And the flame slowly dies
My heart breaks as I let you go
Falling to the carpet's touch
I cry out as the pain is sharp
And let the memory
Of you and I die
Just as it was supposed to die
From the day I met you.