I guess that time together was all for naught. I wanted to be in your heart but that was not to be. Whispers in the beginning Screams in the end. The same song repeated over and over Both of us looking into each other and feeling nothing. Nothing of consequence, Nothing left but wisps of smoke Of a fire that burned bright. All that love, was it all wasted? All the happiness we tasted Is spoiled and left to finally die.