Is this the beginning or is this end, is this a sentimental journey or are we just friends.
Should we forget about the years, and hold back the tears for the time that we spend together.
Running in and out of this thing we call life, falling down a hole that is as black as charcoal.
Are we lovers or are we friends, walking down this road that I think will lead to the end.
One day you will step out of the darkness, and declare we’re more than lovers and we’re more than friends.
While walking down that road, that will end.
More than lovers always friends.