• This never ending day keeps me wasting one more breath, your heart was just to strong, to young to feel bereft. They've wasted all my youth and left me running for the door, and as I turn around, I just can't take it anymore. My dreams erupt in silent fright as I hold onto my life, and as I look up to the sky they take away my strife. If dreaming of tommorow can bring a better day, Then dream I will, dream I must, So happy we can stay.