Unfinished chapters
of unwritten books
scatter the solitary room
torn pictures hit the floor
silencing the screams

Chorus:
Does it console you
to know we fought
the fight against the odds
and conquered all
but lost the war
against ourselves

Playing your memory
in my head
as these scattered pictures
find us torn apart
as the breeze turns them away

(chorus)

Were we ever together
fighting for a common goal
or were we enemies
always fighting against the other
Will we ever know